Rydel strode towards the witness stand, crossing Fronks as he returned to the plaintiffs' table. The hunter smiled as genuinely as possible and looked Loranzo in eye. "You said it caused damages to your own cart as well? What kind of damages?"
"When the guards' platform fell, it crashed into the side of our wagon, crushing a wheel and an axle. We had to bring another wagon to replace it for our journey while we repaired it," answered Loranzo, not daring to stray from the truth.
"And you never heard anything of our conversation with the other guards?"
"No, not over the ruckus of my party."
"Oh, that's a shame," replied Rydel, glancing at Fronks. "It was a very informative conversation, but I guess I get to that later. How much did the damages to your wagon cost to fix?"
"Almost thirty gold in total; we have custom wagons that built to travel between neighboring countries while maintaining the level of luxury my noble house prefers."
