The road down the mountain was congested.
Row after row of carriages lined up, moving slowly forward in the gloomy rainy weather.
At the very front of the congested road, several figures in black rain cloaks stood at the fork, blocking the incoming carriages and saying something, with the left fork cordoned off by them.
"Damned weather... when will those municipal lords think to fix the road?" The officer watched the carriages drive past him towards the right fork, pulled down his cloak's hood, and couldn't help but curse.
The carriage behind was still approaching, and John waved at it, glancing sideways, "They now have more pressing matters to attend to. Everyone is busy, so let's grumble a little less."
The subordinate closed his mouth.
The carriage stopped in front of them, and John and his subordinate walked around to the side of the carriage.