After months of hard travel on the roads in the border of the Aberresai Savannah and Amol-Kalit desert Elbion was finally in sight. The boat ferrying them across the Cairou river rocked back and forth with the waves. A wagon with a pair of travel wary yet healthy horses stood near where the ramp off would be located. No crates, barrels, urns, vases, or sacks loaded it down as one might expect from a trader. It instead looked more as if someone had been living out of it on the road. Liam sat in the driver seat. His legs bounced and a light sweat was upon his brow. Darting eyes kept scanning the shore rather than watched the impressive city grow ever closer. He could see the shore. That was important. It was more important that he could see the shore getting closer. He shifted his weight in his seat and moved his fingers around as they held tight onto the reigns. The horses' ears pinned back a bit and annoyed neighs rumbled out of them. It had been like this since they got on the ferry. The months of travel had been hard. Vel Anir and their trading partners maintained the roads well so that part had been smooth. The hard part was the heat of the sun during the day and the chill of the night. Water was sometimes hard to come by along the road and little shade could be found. It was miserable weather to travel in for Liam, so he could only imagine how much worse it was on his wife. Neither of them was use to this wagon life either. It was nice to have a bed off the ground when they slept, but they had to keep a pile of blankets if they wanted any comfort. It was still nicer than when he was a soldier and only having a bed roll though. The biggest hardship during their travels, especially early on, was watching out for any pursuers. Liam didn't regret eloping with Syrre. She was the love of his life and every attempt for him to move on while they were separated had failed horribly. Being with her was the best outcome he could ever hope for in his life, but her family might not agree. Nobles didn't exactly like it when a former soldier and commoner whisked their daughter away in the night when her marriage to a proper suitor was so near. That had made the early days of their travel difficult before the effects of the weather took over. Now though, Liam's biggest problem was the ferry wasn't fast enough. The shore was getting closer. Good. Great. Excellent. But it wasn't getting close enough fast enough. They were still out on the waves and the water. It could still capsize or string a leak or hit a rock or.... Liam's breathing and eyes grew more erratic. His legs bounced with more intensity and his fingers did not seem to stop moving. He seemed to shift his weight around every three seconds and it was starting to make the horses go from annoyed to a little panicked.