Roane
As the sun dips into the horizon, I leave Hazz and JoJo at the cave, coming out upon the surrounding rocky areas.
Luckily, a horse-drawn carriage, a readily available mode of public transportation in the realm, rides along and I flag it down.
"To the palace."
"Two rajafs," says the driver and I step onto his carriage, handing him the money. He's a peasant fox who isn't much better in terms of social status than us slaves. His horse's neck looks lean and unhealthy. Without wasting time, he slashes the horse's back and the carriage creaks forward, moving us along.
We snail painfully through markets and streets under an open sky.
The only advantage is that I'm resting my legs and not walking. But in terms of speed, it's a disaster. JoJo's hair is tucked safely into my bra. Not lik
