Riven did not know when he fell asleep, but only knew that he was woken up. His back ached from being curled up on the plush seat, and his neck was stiff, thanks to the terrible angle he'd dozed off in. He hadn't even realised he'd fallen asleep until the sudden, violent jolt nearly knocked him clean onto the floorboards.
"Ah—what the hell…" he muttered, pressing a palm to his forehead.
He leaned to look out the window and called, voice raspy with drowsiness, "What happened?"
The driver's voice floated back, sounding as bewildered as Riven felt. "My Lord, I'm not entirely sure… We must have struck something hard. The wheel's cracked."
Riven groaned, then swung the door open and climbed out into the cold mountain air. He stretched his arms over his head, feeling his joints pop. He looked like he was in a war... Which... Technically, he was, but not actually fighting it.
