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"Of course, of course." Wily Zim said, waving his hand at Kaz, as if he could physically dismiss the Khajiit's concerns.

With one final push, Smith forced the wagon back up onto the road. The wood groaned as the vehicle twisted about in the snow, and then it came to a resting stop.

"Done." Smith finished, brushing his hands off on the legs of his trousers.

"You have my thanks!" Wily Zim said, clapping Smith on the back as he walked over to inspect the wagon. He crouched down over the front axle and scratched it, wrinkling his brow and muttering to himself. When stood back up he addressed the group. "Me and the old girl here go way back.  First wagon I ever crafted.  She's never failed me." He patted the inanimate object affectionately.