History & Change... Best Buds or Sworn Enemies?

… c-clop… c-clunk…

Aside from the trotting horses and the jostling wagon, nothing else could be heard. 

No one made a sound, nor did they breathe, for that prolonged second…

Rizz broke the silence with a click of his tongue and a glancing grin at the peeking stagecoach.

"I don't know about you guys, but I've learned that as time passes, societies find new beliefs and traditions to hold. Unless there's strict governance demanding no societal progress. 

"And Mroebo's about as free from governance as you can get. It's almost lacking entirely, at least in Abydah! Then Taaz or Meshkar shouldn't be much better, aside from all the big tribes bickering over who has the most influence. 

"I don't give a flying fuck about the past! Not without some kind of proof to back up your old tales and legends. Any kind of evidence whatsoever."

Groaning, Rizz flipped his lecture into a light fit of laughter.