Excitement!
First things first; getting this damn carriage under control — no, wait, already covered. Alonzo had jammed the ‘jutting spike’ part of his dwarven army ax into the floor. It ripped up a couple of inches of carpet before the point caught in the wood underneath, but it did catch — and now he was half-sliding, half-hopping down to the front box. I’d rather his hands on the reins than whatever air-daemon they had installed for stuff like this.
So. Alonzo, good. Marta? Marta was jammed up against one of the bolted-on chairs and quickly shoving on sticky-feet. So, good. Silverlie and Jik-Yik were checking each other’s safety leashes and trying not to bounce too much. Good enough. And Evelyn? She had somehow managed to wedge herself upright — if ‘upright’ even meant anything, at the moment, and was waiting, crossbow in hand. That was not good, because it meant she’d be a target as soon as we straightened out. And me? I was planning to be even worse off than Evelyn, in a moment.