Just a contingency plan (part 1)

The prison carriage made a constant noise, jumping a little whenever one of its wheels did a full revolution.

Maybe it was a problem with the axle, maybe it was the wheel itself that was misshapen and overall faulty. Either way, no matter how much one would try, they just couldn't ignore this noise.

The noise that constantly reminded them that they were getting further and further away from civilization while getting closer and closer to where their fate would likely find its end.

That's how things would be normally, though. And with no one else but Theodore Evilbane locked in the carriage, things rarely went the way others would consider normal.

The noise that others executed by the exile would consider as their greatest bane on their last path through the safe lands became an anchor for Theodore's meditation.