Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5543592-20151108185536

The coachman closed the door, and climbed up into the driver's box. With a jolt, the carriage started off, the clip-clop of horse hooves resounding off of soot covered stones.

"You don't carry a weapon." Hector noted, seemingly realising this for the first time.