Liron panicked and clung to the fixtures for dear life. As the carriage picked up speed, he could do little more than pray to the divines that there weren't any large objects on the road. Being gored or flattened was not on the agenda, and he hoped to keep it that way.
The longer they continued forward motion, the greater his concern. Arms trembling with the exertion of holding himself up, Liron watched as the road beneath him changed from stone, to gravel, and finally it was nothing but an overgrown dirt road. He couldn't see landmarks from his present vantage, but Liron was willing to bet that they were on their way to estate. He racked his brain for some kind of solution. If he crossed the threshold of those grounds, his work would become all the more perilous and arduous.
