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Duh about the edit. I'm having trouble following these disjointed rejoinders. M.O.S. get pissed? Goldflame, history means past, not current. Go for him, girl. I got my eye on Del. I like older men.



Meanwhile...



The carriage, more like a cart really, rocks on toward Cyrodill. They leave Skyrim through the Falkreath Gate, in the direction of the White Gold Tower. There are too many of them to fit all in one carriage, so some of them follow on horseback. The road is rough in this direction, due to the heavy traffic from the Imperial troops moving in and out across the border due to the war. This area of Skyrim is usually wet and rainy, too, which doesn't help. The cart manages the first part of the pass through the mountains, with the carter whipping and swearing at his team. He regrets taking this job but doesn't mind the fat bag of gold at his feet.



They pass the Imperial checkpoint with a little difficulty. Bryn talks them through as traders with an important shipment for the new Emperor. (Somebody killed the previous one, if you'll recall.)   But as they start down the far side of the pass, their luck breaks along with the cart's axle. The cart tongue separates from the cart and away goes the team, careening down the mountain. The cart caroums sideways and slides some 50 feet or so till it smashes against a sharp outcrop.



Most of them leap out before this happens but not all. The carter is crushed between the rock and the cart and his bag of gold bursts open. Gold coins fly in every direction. Those on mounts hurry to help.



Vex & Sapphire find themselves in a tangle of limbs and glare at each other as they stand up and dust off. Del turns his head away to hide a grin. Then he hands Allysa up from the ground. She's holding her arm, grimacing. "You okay, green eyes?" She nods, emabarrassed. "I don't think it's broken--" she extends it experimentally. "But it hurts like hell." She avoids Rune, who starts toward her solicitously. That's what she never could stand about him, he treated her like a fragile flower. "Long as you're okay, luv" says Del. "I gotta healing potion in my pouch if you need it." She flushes red and turns away.



Bryn stands up from examining the damage done to the cart and brushes himself off. "Okay you lot!   Sound off! Everyone okay?"