Rattle. Rattle.
An old transport cart shuddered violently, metal grinding against metal as it trundled forward along unseen tracks. Every jolt sent passengers lurching into one another, while the dim overhead light cast a flickering glow on the rock-filled road.
The air was thick with the sharp stench of blood, sweat, and rotten meat. Chains clinked softly in the dark corners, and low, guttural chuckles rose and fell like distant echoes.
"Hahaha, did your wife actually say that?!" one man barked, his mouth opening wide enough to gulp down a grown rat.
"Don't laugh, Gered! You should already know how much I spent just to make Emily marry me. If she leaves because I can't fulfill her request, what will I do?" the man grunted, a grim expression on his face as his old, wrinkled hand clenched by his side.
The two men continued discussing for a long time. This was until they noticed one of the passengers staring at them from the corner of his eye.
