"Are we there yet, daddies?" Ofelia asked while in the bucket once more. She was being carried by a Vladstin empty husk.
"Almost there, I think I saw some light from a distance." The real Vladstin answered, with the crippled Sangfroid on his back.
"My ride is going too slow, we can barely catch up and see that light." The Beast complained, though he really doesn't mind being tied on the back of an empty husk Sangfroid. He can take a bite and drink from his neck while also being carried, two birds in one stone.
Four real individuals traveling, along with two fake ones as servants. It was an odd sight, but then again, they have always been. Twigs snapped and dead leaves made crunching noises as they stepped.
