The carriage seemed to moving at a crawling pace throughout the city. Lyall admired his silver mithril gloves in the reflection of the morning light. After he had agreed to the King's terms, the rest of the meeting was rather uneventful. The King had advanced the young elf a portion of his pay in order to purchase proper supplies for the journey and allotted a week's time to acquire them. He was not going to simply risk the entire fate of Esper to fall awry due to lack of equipment, and Lyall felt more radiantly dressed than he had ever been his entire life. 

Despite his new wardrobe, the Elf felt surprisingly hollow inside at the King's words that were given to him during the meeting. When he had agreed to this mission, he had done it out of a preemptive need to serve his Sovereign. But what of the young nurse that he so cherished? Could he possibly bear the guilt if something amiss was to fall upon her due to his actions? He doubted it; he would not be able to live with such a pain. All together, the young elf's mind was a pot of different emotions boiling together during the meeting. As the King's suitors measured him for his new garments, Lyall tried to steal glances at the princess to see if she bore any markings on her face that would betray her thoughts, but he had little to no success. It seemed that Fortune did not favor his inquisitive efforts, and Lyall was left to wonder how the princess was going to react to him escorting her. 

It seemed a rather silly thing to worry about, but Lyall was genuinely curious if the princess viewed him with the same admiring look he viewed her with. Part of him wanted to know if his affections that he viewed her with were unrequited. A more childlike part of him had already drew fantasies in his head of her clinging his arm for safety as he slew whatever dangers they faced. It was quite amazing how the mind could so quickly forget the affections he had previously for the young nurse at the orphanage and shift them to this new princess that sprung into his life. Nonetheless, for the rest of the carriage ride, Lyall dreamed of elaborate romances with the young woman that had stolen his affections with a single glance. 

As the carriage reached the outer gates of the city, it slowed to a stop. It was at the outside boundaries of the city that the young knight was to begin his escort. Sunlight gleamed off of his silver and mithril armor as he stepped out of the carriage, it was deemed for safety reasons that they should begin the voyage as early in the day as possible due to the dangers of travelling in the dark. With a regal sword swinging at his hips and a doctor's bag on his shoulders, the young elf looked like a rather silly pint of a man standing in a knight's armor. 

It seemed as if he was the first one to the gate however, so after paying the carriage driver, he chose a nearby tree stump and took a seat. He couldn't very well go on his journey without the princess in tow. Sitting on his improvised seat, he decided that the best way to spend the time would be to fiddle with his new toys. Lyall began rummaging through his doctors bag eagerly and soon lost himself in its contents.