Splash. The wagon wheel skipped through another deep puddle. “Can you please try to avoid those, I think my lunch may be coming up.” The driver glanced back at me and curled his lips. ”...right then, well… just be careful, these documents must get to Haxbourne by the morrow of it’ll be both our hides.”
With another crack of the reigns, the carriage rushed hurriedly through the glen. With a crack of thunder, I gripped my sword and let out a heavy sigh. Just thunder, nothing to be worried about. The lowlands surrounding Haxbourne had seen lots of highwaymen activity lately, and had made me a little jumpy. On the seat across from me lay a bundle of scrolls, important documents for King Alasdair himself. I hear a tap on the window and slide it open. Wind and water whip in, and I barely hear the drivers voice in the downpour. “Sir, we will be arriving at Barfens shortly!” I thank him and shut the window. A chill runs up my spine, and I begin to look forward to a nice dry bed. The weather has become cold as of late and cross-country travel gets more risky by the day.
A short bumpy ride later, we arrive at Barfens. The weather is dismal at best, and grabbing the documents, I head to the Inn.