Time: Ariel 44th, 1447, 08:00. Location: Second Continent, Narnendia, Kharbury.

The commander at the front of the convoy yells out, pointing at the huge walls in the near distance, “There it is! That’s the capital, Kharbury!”

Doyle looks back to Willis, translating what was said before staring out at the sight. “It looks like something straight out of a fantasy book.” Smith nods and gapes in awe at the sight of the fortress. The walls towering over them, even at a distance. “You can say that again.” Thomas looks down at his watch as they approach the fortress's gates. Reading that 30 minutes had passed, wondering what time zone they were in as his watch was set to time back in New York. 

The gate guards bow their heads slightly toward the convoy before squinting towards the American soldiers. One of the guards with a scraggly beard steps towards the Americans, “Hey! Who are you to be following the Countess so closely? I need your ID.” Before any of them could even respond the Countess stuck her head out through the carriage window, “They are with me, guard. I would prefer it if you spoke to them with respect, just as you would treat a foreign envoy.” The guard immediately steps backward, bowing slightly toward the convoy, “I apologize for my rude behavior. Please pass through.” The Americans shrug as they continue to follow the convoy the Countess calls back to the guard before they fully pass through, “Don’t stress over this! You were merely doing your job!” As the convoy moves through the city the Americans can’t help but gaze out toward the crowd of people moving out of the way for the convoy, all of them amazed by the medieval and rustic sights of the city. The marketplace was made up of simple stands, until Thomas spots a stand that he gawks at before calling out, “Look over there!” he points towards a stand, “he’s doing magic! The rest of the soldiers look at the stand, amazed by the use of magic that they’ve never seen before. A man in a red robe creates water out of thin air to fill up a bowl that he then turns into a shimmering rainbow that extends outwards to a group of children in front of him. The convoy continues to travel through the city until they reach a mansion, larger than any house they had ever seen. They stop at the front gates as a line of maids and butlers stand outside the doors, ready to greet both the Countess and her guests. The Countess steps out of the carriage, standing in front of the door facing the Americans who have also gotten off their horses. She bows slightly as she motions towards the building, “Welcome to my family’s mansion in the capital. The maids will show you to your rooms as I have a meeting with the other nobles, you will be free to use the manacomm whenever you would like.” Doyle nods slightly as he translates back to the squad before responding, “Thank you for your kindness.” The head maid moves towards the door, gesturing towards the soldiers to follow her. Willis turns to the squad and yells out, “Form up! On Me!” The maids jump as the Americans get into a single file line, each stepping at the same time as the other as they follow the head maid to their rooms. The Countess looks at the commander, “Well, I guess they are soldiers.” The commander grins slightly, “That they are.”