Alexa
“Here we are!” Jack exclaimed in excitement behind the wheel of the van.
We arrived at the nearest bus stop from the western border area of Silver Moon. To avoid the stricter eastern border guards, we had to take the only safest remaining land route.
“Thank you, Jack,” I said with a wide smile.
I thanked Jack for being willing to take us with his old Rider van. It took more than six nonstop hours with the Rider from the Rogue settlement to the Silver Moon border.
Throughout the journey, Jack kept eating to replenish his energy. He insisted on not switching drivers, arguing that Harlow needed to stay in prime condition to carry me out of the Silver Moon area—just in case. Even though they had a brief argument, Harlow eventually gave in. He let Jack exhaust his energy to take us b
