Aurar sat back in the carriage. The sun protruded through the windows revealing a very quaint and peaceful forest. They had passed the remnants of the goblins encampment and made a stop to destroy it least its taint spread to the rest of the forest. Things were different compared to the first time when they were ambushed. For one he was guarded by a contingent guard of adventurers who either rode horses or walked by the side. These made the shabby guards who had guarded him before look like a joke. Still that didn’t mean they wouldn’t turn tail and run in a bad situation. One scout had also been tasked with the mission of getting there and back although Aurar had told Oliver, he wouldn’t have mind to do the task. Oliver had insisted he stay and be the one being protected. What for Aurar ha
