Wagon Ride #16

Traveling to Andilain goes by fast enough. You tip a wine bibber a silver coin for a semi-comfortable ride in the back of his wagon.
Dagan, the young Kutollum, is silent for hours. His attention is pulled towards the forest along the road as the wagon bounces up the pot-riddled road. You’ve seen that look on Dorbane’s face more than once: pride.
He’s embarrassed about these events, you think…and probably in a world of trouble, once he gets back to the city.

“None of this is your fault, you know.” Go to page #17
You give Dagan his space and you shut your eyes the rest of the ride to Andilain. Go to page #87