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The wooden wheels of the traveler’s carriage creaked as they rolled over the damp dirt road. Criminally lacking in suspension, the old technology made sure that the occupants inside felt every rock, pot hole, crack, and bump in the most spine shattering fashion. “Do you think he could TRY and avoid at least one bump?” grumbled Esse. Appearing as a young woman no more than 30, Esse was as serious as they come. Brown hair in a tight bun. Clothing clean and pressed. A sharp tongue to point out faults and correct mistakes. A severe case of resting bitch face. Esse felt that the world is out to get her, and if one had access to all the facts, they might agree. A particularly large bounce only solidifies the scowl on her face. “He must be doing it on purpose…” “Don’t overthink it, babe,” responded Zyntris, the second occupant. A younger girl of 27 and much more lively, this girl was focused on picking a complicated multi-stage lock she snagged in the previous town. Zyntris kept her hair