[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
"Well," Puck exhaled lightly, breaking the stretch of quiet that had settled over them, "it took a while, but we've finally stumbled across something you might actually classify as 'interesting.'" There was a hint of relief in her voice, as if she had been enduring the landscape purely out of obligation to Grimm's wandering curiosity.
"Indeed," Grimm replied.
He stood perched atop a short cliff of weathered stone. Below him stretched a narrow road cutting through the expanse of land. The Cowardly Lion stepped up a few paces to the side, careful but curious. When his eyes settled on the road, recognition immediately lit up across his face.
A small carriage rolled along the path, sleek and black, trimmed in silver along its rims. It was modest in size yet finely crafted, and most notably, nothing pulled it. No horse or beast of burden. It moved forward of its own accord, wheels turning smoothly over the earth.
