The journey to Hargeon had been a quite one with not too many incidents. Since the assassin had attacked they hadn’t encountered any more problems so far. He wondered if this peace would last though as it could turn around any second now. They had to be on their best and highest alert as who knew when another assassin would show up. They could snipe there target after all too. So Chelvarics eyes and ears were wide open. But it seemed to be not needed as they had finally arrived at Hargeon, he looked at the harbor city laying peacefully at the coast of the sea. They were home finally. He looked at Snow and petted Elisa. “We're home babe, let's finish this job up so we can go check the guildhall out”, he said to her and walked around the cart to do some checkups.
When they arrived at the place where the fashion show would be they started to unpack everything they had loaded on the wagons in Baska. They had to prepare for the fashion show and everyone started to work hard on the stages and on the lighting. Chelvaric was helping them to set up the tents where they all would be sleeping. They didn’t want to leave there stages alone at night after all. Not after everything that had happened.