The river runs beside them like a silver guide. Mountains rise ahead, veiled in pale morning fog. A campfire crackles at dawn, warming cold hands. They speak of the castle for the first time aloud. Not as a rumor, but as a destination. Tracks on the path hint at unseen watchers. Still, the valley feels calm, almost protective. They share dried fruit, quiet jokes, and growing trust. The journey begins to feel real, not imagined. The river carries their reflections downstream. ![[A new Adventure begins 3.webp]]