Remiel wanted to get to his destination as quickly as possible: Mercy. But the burned district was far away and shapechanging was not an option. Still, there was no question that he would ever sit in one of these stinking vehicles.

The stench, the many many people who ignored each other (except him. They gawked at him) and did not care for their fellow man, the destruction of nature, yes, its complete abstinence, and worst of all: the noise. The unendurable constant noise. And when you think it can't get any louder, something even louder appears somewhere. Another reason why he had left town.

He looked around and found a good old, ordinary carriage across the street. Quickly Remiel crossed the road and greeted first the horse, then the coachman: "Greetings, coachman! A beautiful horse you have there. Tell me, can you take me to the edge of town, to the Great Wall? And how much is it?"