Leaving the safety and comfort of the paved road, the carriage sped on snowy soil. In it, Alina and Eleanor sat with thoughtful expressions, pondering their situation with concerned frowns etched on their brows. Julius slept on the bench, exhausted after being subjected to a maelstrom of anger and sadness.
The carriage's driver, Smith, the only survivor of this night's deadly events, had been tasked by Sir Max to escort the carriage's passengers to the next city.
However, the path he chose to complete his mission was questionable.
"Why did you leave the road?" Feeling tremors shake their vehicle, Eleanor asked by sliding a piece of wood, creating an opening in the carriage to communicate with the driver.
