The wheel was misshaped. Gavin could tell as much by the uneven rise and drop of the end of the wagon and how this small flaw caused what should have been a smooth ride to turn into a rather bumpy one. He'd imagine the warped wheel would cause the wagon they rode upon to tilt over at higher speeds. Thankfully they moved at a relaxed pace so any fear of spilling over was erased, though they did have to live through the continuous apologies from the wagon driver who explained that a broken wheel had left him with little option in terms of replacement, and as such had no choice but to accept the current wheel if he was going to make his delivery on time and that they would have to endure the rocky trip. Gavin silenced the man with a gentle pat of his arm and a warm smile when he first told him of this. A bumpy slow ride was fine by him as the alternative would be moving on foot. He had grown tired of walking. A week had passed since they parted ways with Falerumasa, bidding the dragon farewell with promises of crossing paths once more. Though their parting had been heartfelt, ending a tale which would be shared over pints of ale in the years to come, they departed minus one key item. Their boat. The schooner had been lost at sea and as such, Gavin found himself in the curious position of owing his beau a replacement and he was sure the elven beauty beside him would remind him of such at every twist and turn during this leg of their journey. The wagon they chartered what crammed with wares, leaving the pair little space to stretch out. Wooden crates flanked them on either side, leaving a small avenue before them which meant Kestrel would have had to rest upon his lap for the most part. He didn't complain. He'd have words for when it came time to stretch of course, as he wasn't getting any younger and their trip so far had earned him a few more aches and pains along the way, but for now, he was happy. Nervous, but happy. "Close now... Elbion is about a hour or so away.. Should make it by day break... Damn fog is thick though...." Came the voice of the wagon driver as he spoke over his shoulder. Gavin couldn't see the man as the canvas cover of the wagon blocked everything, including the light from the hanging lantern the driver hung on a hook. Determined to make his schedule, the man opted to brave the darkness and continue onward. Besides, nothing ever happened in this area so there was nothing to fear. "Food... Wine... And a nice bath..." Gavin said, more so to himself as he was not sure if Kes had passed out along the way. He had wanted to sleep, and though there travels on the road had been easy for the most part, the closer they got to Elbion an odd sense of dread began to fill the ship captain. He wrote it off as just the the idea of them potentially falling into some foul play in the city but he couldn't help but feel something eerie was happening around them. Just nervous is all.. Just nervous. The thought served to slow his beating heart in a attempt to bring a calmness to him. And like the twenty of so times of him repeating this mantra, he failed miserably. Sometimes, listening to your gut was the smartest move a man could make.