The carriage started to move, the horse's hooves steadily making their way through the snow. It was controlled by a young coach boy a few years older than Abrielle. Inside the old, stuffy carriage that had a thick smell of alcohol from the old barrels.
They started to change their outfit, which was a bit inconvenient for Abrielle, but they made it work. The carriage was stopped for a bit at the gates where the carriage was inspected. Abrielle was hiding deep inside with only Zoltana sticking out.
"I am hitching a free ride off the Island." She said confidently; seeing nothing wrong with a maid taking a free ride, the carriage was cleared to leave. The ride was super bumpy, Abrielle also threw up her guts but held herself.
