Irrestible charm!

The ornate vehicle glided to a stop, its magical aura dissipating as it settled on the cobblestone street. Zafron, still marveling at the contraption, stepped out first, offering his hand to Mara and then Matilda. The cool evening air of Drakoria carried hints of exotic spices and arcane energy.

Matilda approached the driver's window, her movements graceful yet purposeful. She withdrew a small pouch from her handbag and handed over several shimmering Thalen bills.

"Thank you for your service," Matilda said, her voice carrying the smooth authority of nobility as she handed the currency to the driver. The man's eyes widened slightly at the generous tip, and he bowed his head in gratitude.

"May the Celestial Winds guide you, my lady," the driver replied, his gruff voice softening with respect.