He didn't mind riding over a horse for a long time, but riding inside a carriage was another case. Sitting inside a wooden box without seeing the outside world felt like torture to him. His back ached and his bottoms were sweaty, and riding with four others didn't help either. Isaiah and Ruygard sat in one corner with their eyes closed, while Tamara and Chaenath sat in the other, glancing at each other awkwardly. Dalyor sat across the door, with his legs held straight.
"How long to the capital," he asked Tamara, he hated to break the silence.
Tamara flipped from her drowsiness and looked at him with drooping eyes. She looked outside through the window behind, searching for landmarks.
