Hooves clattered on the dirt. Old wheels creaked and groaned. Alexius leaned out of the window and vomited. He clutched his throbbing head, attempting futilely to will away the nausea.
"Nevermind, this is close enough. Stop the carriage," he ordered, passing the driver a bag of coins. He hurtled himself out of the rickety wooden torture chamber, and barely restrained himself from heaving up another meal. With the carriage slowly receding into the distance, he began to walk.
The hill, dotted with caves, loomed over him. This all felt familiar, both joyous and saddening. He picked a space that looked as good as any, opened up the dusty book in his bag, and began to preach.
"Nevermind, this is close enough. Stop the carriage," he ordered, passing the driver a bag of coins. He hurtled himself out of the rickety wooden torture chamber, and barely restrained himself from heaving up another meal. With the carriage slowly receding into the distance, he began to walk.
The hill, dotted with caves, loomed over him. This all felt familiar, both joyous and saddening. He picked a space that looked as good as any, opened up the dusty book in his bag, and began to preach.