Master Dreyton had been travelling on his coach for what had seemed like days, rather than hours. While he thought of his task as an inconvenience, others had pressed upon him the importance of his journey.
A loud crunch and a shudder woke Dreyton from his bored daydreaming. The coach tilted to one side and he had to react fast to avoid falling to the coach floor, something that wouldn’t befit an aristocrat of his nature. He heard the taskmaster comforting his horses and move to the side of the coach. A moment later his driver approached the near window of the coach.
“I’m sorry m’lord, but we seem to have a damaged wheel bracket”
Dreyton’s day was getting worse…