Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-11457306-20140104230729

(There's a window between you and the driver you can talk through.)

Anwen was watching the horses with concern. They were fagged from the run. They weren't used to such strenuous excercise--they were meade cart nags that did nothing but plod around the city all day. One was already stumbling. The wagon drifted off road slightly and the right front wheel struck a rock and bent outward, snapping the axle. The wheel went rolling off into the ditch and Anwen tumbled out onto the ground. The horses came to a stop as Anwen grunted and rolled to her feet.