A carriage, pulled by strong-looking horses, rolled down a cobblestone street.
It was moving slowly as cityfolk walked on both sides, on the sidewalk, and went about their daily businesses.
The driver peeked underneath the hood, pulled the reins tightly, and forced the carriage to stop. The horses, with a powerful neigh, kicked their front legs up in the air and then stopped.
"This is as far as we can go." The driver said to people inside the carriage. "You must walk from here onward."
The carriage opened, and Ron stepped outside, looking around the bustling streets. Since it was still quite cool, the pedestrians wore warm jackets and scarves to protect themselves from the chilly weather.
A few ladies with waistcoats and hats passed by, chatting and laughing as they walked. After seeing Ron, they saw the sign of Grandeur on his shoulder. They respectfully curtsied and continued on their way.
