The Encounter
J, are you sure you don’t have any more portable potions up your sleeve?” Jason asked as he inspected the broken wheels of our carriage.
“I am sure,” she responded. “I used the few extras I found on the Therewolf stage to escape those men in the forest. If we are to move forward, I am afraid we will have to think of something else.”
All enchanted options having been exhausted, and no tools or supplies to help, the five of us surveyed our busted up carriage and tried to figure out how to proceed.
We’d been riding for a while and were in the clear in terms of attackers. That good fortune aside, two of the wheels on our rickety carriage had snapped under our weight a few minutes ago. Meanwhile, the gaping hole in the floor of the vehicle was growing wider—threatening to crac
