"Seriously, you don't know how to be grateful."
Resting his back against the hard wooden side of the vehicle, Fen listened to the ongoing conversation between two men. First one of them, was the coachman himself, the owner of a small enterprise solely focused on transporting people in the local area. From how his entire self spread the atmosphere of complete leisure, one could tell that he was a man of his trade.
"What's there is to be grateful about? Didn't you say that yourself? About the Kingdom's borders never stretching as far as here?"
Refusing to acknowledge the old coachman's point, a young traveller, appearing as some kind of adventurer or another noble prick that wanted to play survival raised his head high, as if just by stating something against the common sense of the elderly brought him a lot of pride.
