Chapter 24; Hunch

THRYSTAN

We reached Wyrm after several exhilarating minutes of racing through the worn-out tracks left by countless travelers. The small town unfolded before us, its rustic charm evident in the cobblestone streets and weathered buildings. Market stalls lined the main square, vibrant with the colors of fresh produce, handmade crafts, and the lively chatter of townsfolk.

Arwyn slowed her horse to a trot as we entered the town, her laughter still echoing in my ears. I matched her pace, taking in the bustling scene around us. The scent of freshly baked bread and roasting meats filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the surrounding countryside.

"We made it," Arwyn declared, her eyes sparkling with triumph and a hint of mischief. "Looks like I beat you, Prince."

I chuckled, shaking my head in mock defeat. "I let you win," I teased, though the truth was, I enjoyed every moment of watching her unbridled joy.

As we dismounted and tied our horses to a nearby post, an elderly fruit ve