Jun 2, 2026 2:26 am
Morning comes quickly. Drizzle and fog dominate the landscape. You arrive at the Walcrest Estate. You find the girl in her wagon... a cage of thick black wood, iron bars on wooden wheels. She is crumpled in a nest of blonde hair and motionless as the crags loom high above the city. Your breath comes out white clouds and hangs in the damp air. Harl stands next to the wagon. Once he sees you he climbs onto the driver's seat and motions you in. You sit on either side of him, mostly out of the weather in the cab. He flicks the reins, "Hyah!" he yips, his voice a deep basso rumble. There is a space behind the seat to stow your baggage.


