The constant rattles that bore from his feet came to a stop. At the same time, he snapped his eyes open, tugging the curtain to the side greeted him the bustling streets with towering buildings in the exact grid.
Elliot tugged his coat's collar as he got off from the carriage, scouring around from different people. The majority of them were nobles, passing in several directions across different streets.
"Thank you; I'd need one around the afternoon."
"Certainly, Young Master." The coachman got curtsy, went back to his seat, and started moving along the traffic.
The sun was still not at its peak, but his nape and back took a hit of the heat that went brazen, he checked his wristwatch, and it was still not yet time for his objective.
