06-06-2016, 09:40 AM
It might have been the late hour, it might have been of their own volition, it might even have been the soothing feeling of being jostled in a confined space over a bumpy, rocky excuse for a road by a jittery merchant. Regardless, each of the group eventually must have fallen asleep because soon the wagon was stopped and their drive was bashing on the wooden frame. Sunlight filtered in from between the leather curtaining at the back of the wagon and the sound of trickling water met their ears not long after the banging.