Sixteen copper-colored alchemy carriages rumbled over the rain-soaked trade route, the steam pistons on either side of the axles rhythmically exhaling white mist.
These transportation tools, produced by the Lothern Federation, required no animal power for traction. Instead, they were powered by a miniature furnace engine embedded in the center of the chassis, which at this moment glowed with an ominous red light through the heat-dissipating grille.
Nick lay in the first carriage, resting his head on the plump, rounded thighs of the tiefling female mage, with an air of leisure.
"Maggi, the carriage we're riding in now is quite comfortable, isn't it?"
Nick pinched the soft flesh between his fingers and said.
"You rascal, don't get carried away."
The tiefling mage glared with sharp green eyes, slapping away Nick's mischievous hand, speaking with some frustration, yet the tenderness in her eyes was so deep it could not disperse.
