A bit later, as it was nearing dusk and the lights had been turned on in front of the Healing Room, Fisher slowly drove his carriage, following the one in front of him toward the parking area.
Fisher had already cleaned himself and changed into a new suit; he was fully prepared for the battle that awaited him tonight.
Carriages indeed have some inconveniences, as was the case right now.
When one carriage gets too close to another, it becomes especially hard to maneuver, not to mention that the horses, having stood for too long, would leave fresh excrement on the road, forcing those driving behind to cover their noses and mouths in discomfort.
The powerful and influential sat within their carriages, straightening their suits upon arrival before stepping out and into the venue; if they had no coachmen, at the very least, staff from the Healing Room would help move the carriages to the adjacent parking area.
