After riding in this cramped carriage for a day and a half, I'm itching to get out and stretch my legs. The constant swaying and bumping along the road has made every muscle in my body ache, and the thought of being trapped inside for even a moment longer makes me restless.
"Uhm," Roman mutters, pulling me from my thoughts. I glance over at him, raising an eyebrow in question.
He fidgets for a moment, then stands, moving toward the small table at the center of the carriage. From underneath it, he pulls out a box—a suspicious-looking one at that.
"What's this?" I ask, already growing curious.
