The carriage that awaited them wasn't Nyrielle's usual, heavy carriage meant to be pulled by a team of six horses on cross-country journeys with windows that could be shuttered against the threat of sunlight. Instead, it was a brilliant white and gold carriage with large panels of glass set in large windows that covered nearly a third of the carriage's height.
Emblazoned on the doors was a glyph that represented the High Lady of the High Fen, and the two white horses waiting patiently for a command from the driver had been draped in tabards bearing the same glyph.
"My ladies," a Glass Eyed footman said, stepping down from the rear of the carriage to open the doors for them. "The ride shouldn't be longer than ten minutes. Would you prefer refreshments for the ride?"
"No," Nyrielle said, stepping into the carriage and offering Ashlynn a hand up. "The only drink I require is this beauty."
