Meanwhile, three elves were travelling towards Soren, accompanied by a caravan that was being pulled by a young, brown mare. The young elf and since recently the owner of the caravan let out a sigh, looking at his father. "How much longer is it?" Ryul asked.

"We should be close now." Illithor answered to the boy. In all honesty he was getting tired from being on the road the whole time. He much more preferred a nice house and a soft bed rather than being on the road. 

"Well either way, I have no intentions of staying long. Just one day and I'll be travelling again." Ryul answered. 

"It's a shame that you're leaving so quickly. It's nice to have you around." Talila said to the boy, at which Ryul snorted.

"Yeah, right. As if you care. You just want to screw my dad." 

"Ryul! Don't talk to Talila like that!" The onder elf said, not sounding pleased with his son's  behaviour.