No one died, but one person wished for death.
The merchant sacrificed too much for the goods in that carriage. And what happened? She had watched it flying away with the mount, as though she was in a dream.
She wasn't the poorest nor the richest in the convoy. She wasn't the strongest nor the weakest in the convoy. She wasn't the prettiest nor the ugliest in the convoy. She wasn't the most ordinary nor the most extraordinary in the convoy.
Yet, she was the only one who had to suffer.
That was how luck worked—an unpredictable variable that didn't follow common sense. Even Dante, who had the Misfortune Aspect, couldn't predict it. How could he predict the concept of uncertainty?
Unlike the unlucky merchant, the other merchants and some experienced mercenaries weren't affected by this incident.
