Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25912051-20141230014513/@comment-11457306-20150107031619

"I have my own horse, Sera," said Sharra. "I'll follow your cart." She'd always been amused by the Nords calling their rickety carts carriages and could never quite bring herself to call it that. A carriage was a fine vehicled crafted from wood and leather and padded with cotton and springs for the noble behind.

She picked up the sack of travel food she'd ordered from the barkeep and walked to the stables along with the rest.