Chapter 11: Departure
Inigo immediately followed Garrick towards the Elder's house where hopefully, he would get what he needed to go to the capital city.
Well—they should, right? After all, when it comes to debt of gratitude, they have a huge one on him.
The Elder was already waiting by the doorway when they arrived, her figure framed by the warm glow of the hearth behind her. Her eyes swept over Inigo, lingering briefly on his posture and the calm expression on his face.
"You've come with purpose," she said.
Inigo bowed his head slightly. "Yes, ma'am. I seek passage to the capital. Elandra."
She nodded, then stepped aside. "Come in."
The same quiet warmth from before filled the room, though this time there was a weight of preparation in the air. A small satchel and two scrolls sat neatly atop her desk, beside a sealed envelope bearing the village's crest.
"We anticipated this," she said plainly. "Your actions have earned you more than words. Inside the satchel, you'll find a merchant's travel pass, a letter of endorsement bearing the signatures of our council, and fifty silver coins for your expenses."
Inigo blinked, then stepped forward with care. "That's... more than I expected. I'm grateful."
The Elder gave a faint smile. "Consider it an investment. We believe you'll make an impression far beyond our village."
Garrick shifted his weight beside the fireplace. "A merchant caravan leaves for Elandra at first light. I'll be accompanying it. You'll come with me."