Sebastian was in the driver's seat, guiding the two Ironhide Bruisers with ease now, since he got used to drawing the chariot.
Behind the armored vehicle, an entourage of undead followed. Three human skeletons marched in lockstep, clad in full plate armor.
Passersby ogled the procession. To have a chariot was not common. Even Grave Whisperers using fangeds as a means of transportation weren't that common. Besides, the chariot itself spoke of wealth and power.
Sebastian reveled in the attention, and a mischievous grin played to his lips.