Minerva walked along with the caravan once Caleb had left. They'd almost arrived. It left her apprehensive and excited at the same time. She could make a living on her craft, skilled as she was with medicine and surgery, she could make a living just about anywhere. But she felt a need to travel, she couldn't settle anywhere for long as she was. She didn't know where she was even trying to go, but her mother had often quoted that it was the journey, not the destination, that mattered. And that's what had Minerva here now.