<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3d/42/7d/3d427df3d29fc3adfe98667e350ce9f6.jpg)</div><br/><br/>The garment indeed is fit for a concubine.   At least that is what it looks like, when she puts it on and straps on the bandolier.  Daggers either side and a third hangs against her back.   She then slips on the hooded cloak.  It is red, the cloak with large hood.  This covers her completely.   Songbird through since waking up seems different.   She is got an air of confidence bot shown before.<br/><br/>It has been more than a journey to survive for Songbird.   It has been a journey,  where she has become a woman.   Of course, Hellhound would not know that he is her first.   That he is the one that has taken her from a girl to a woman during this journey.   Gone is the self-doubt with the opposite sex.   She now realizes her full power in her sexuality.   Her heart has surrendered, her mind wars.  She no longer could even call herself the empress.   Every time she went to think of herself as such.   Concubine pops in her head,  even when she spoke softly to herself in hush voice, she could only say concubine.   Yes she now felt as an adventurer.   It felt strange to be clothed.   The dream with Hellhound on the throne.  She's lounging at his feet on a silk cushion pillow, he's holding her golden chain.   She actually could see herself like that more than this.<br/><br/>Of course, all of this could be put down to her experiencing the world beyond the sheltered life of a concubine or her case as a royal.  The caravan gets underway.   For three days they trek through the mountain.   Following  an ancient rode through.   Forty guards ride with the caravan.   Sixteen merchants and wagons.    Of which, twenty-one merchants and thirty-two workers of the merchants.   Two grub wagons,  another twenty or so individuals who have paid to travel under the caravan.    Rounding out a group of thirty pilgrims made of men, women and their children with five more wagons.   Two wealthy traveler parties with sedan chairs carry a husband and wife in each  their own with a dozen slaves.    Once the caravan stretches out it is nearly a  quarter of a mile long.   Over two hundred individuals, it's like a moving village.  The guards are professional,  they cover the back, sides and front of the caravan in a professional discipline.    Darius would realize that he was wise in signing up and joining the caravan.   It is not a easy mark for any sort of bandits.  It would take a small army to secure this caravan.<br/><br/>Speaking of that quiet confidence and growing difference.   Where she once struggled to mount her white horse.  Now she does so effortless.   She also has learned how to guide the horse with the pressure of her knees.  The first day's leg of the journey goes without incident.   They reach a plateau on one of the mountains.   Large enough to make camp with a caravan this size.   Darius sees that it has been used before.  More importantly, there is only two ways to reach it,  the way they had entered and the way forward.    Which meant if anyone attacked, the way forward was not known.   Which made it a perfect defensible spot for the night.    Guard perimeter is set,  and the caravan sets up for the night.<br/><br/><br/>