The carriage with the crest of the Helterose family was moving alongside the forest route. It was already long past its best years and could use a lot of maintenance which suggested that whoever was riding inside wasn't of great importance to the noble family.
Nonetheless, the journey was a peaceful one, not a single monster or bandit showed up to slow it down...
...although that in and of itself was a bit suspicious too...
"..."
The coachman gulped down his saliva and glanced back at the carriage nervously.
Then, he took a deep breath and pulled on the reins, taking a turn and getting off the well-maintained road into a wild path that didn't seem to get much traction.
The road he picked was rough and the old carriage was making sounds as if it was about to break apart at any moment, but surprisingly the people inside of it didn't voice any complaints, making the coachman breathe out in relief.
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