The wanderer looked up at the ceiling of the wagon, exhaling heavily. He glanced across both openings out of the wagon.
"Guess, I won't have to trouble myself with travelling and finding other cities on the way."
He caressed the plant and slowly took it out of it's place. "How many days was I knocked out? Gah, I'll know it by asking around someday soon."
He opened the four bags one after the other. The two that were hidden well under the top two. These two had a change of clothes, a few fresh food like bread slices, a container with spiced mashed potatoes, peas stir fried, and a couple of enhancing mixes containers he had made.
He knew he had made like a thousand or maybe ten thousand enhancing mixes. Each closed with the 'Risening' word spoken at it's first lid placement.
The other two bags below had more enhancing mixes but in varying containers. All in breakable containers, his choice of containers. But these were like less than ten percent of what he made.
He climbed out of the wagon. Then looked up at the roof, "ah, so that's why it felt there was weight above me."
A few large rocks tied to the wagon all the root based ropes tying itself around them. Giving the wagon weight and protection from above, albeit a bit dangerous.
The wanderer looked under the wagon as well, there too four smaller rocks were tied with root ropes. And he also saw metal pipes, and two different metal chains meant for rotating the front wheel and back wheel of the wagon at the same speed as the two wheels on the sides. "A total of four wheels", he talked to himself.
"I can work with this and get to where I need to go. But I still need something to control direction", he looked around in the wagon.
Finding two different long poles hidden right under the hay-made bedding. The poles were wooden, but they'll work. His thoughts were getting together making a cohesive idea be a reality.
It wasn't even a few hours when the wanderer in his new wagon, was covering distances in hours that he would have covered in a day.
"This sure is bumpy." He rattled through his teeth. "That explains why the plant was able to do that." The same plant was his new companion, sitting right next to him.
The wanderer sat facing the walls of the wagon, having attached the wooden poles into the front and back wheel and controlling them while looking forward. Craning his neck to right.
The mountains were slowly rising in front of him, and it was still the same hour. The little leafy plant his power source that ran the symbols of action of water on the metal pipes. And he was the driver.
A tip of tower suddenly came into his view and he turned both of the wheels in opposite direction as sharply. He grasped away the little wooden stick urgently from the plant.
The plant was looking deathly pale now. It's leaves were browning a bit.
But he knew that tip, not because he had been here. But because that was the tip of a bastion tower of the capital of kingdom of Riga. It's drawing used extensively in every decree or quest issue sent out from the capital. He recognized the tip.
The wanderer didn't need to see the whole tower nor become visible enough to it's inhabitants. He now knew he had only covered the first leg of his journey.
His tribulations awaited beyond this capital. It was just a footnote of his reason to travel.
The gates were visible of the capital city of Kingdom of Riga after two more days of wandering around the wanderer did. He had abandoned his new wagon. But did make sure to bury it under several actions of Earth.
That alone made his travel to the capital have two more days added to it. He didn't knew how long was he unconscious after the city of Cleaving's incident.
But his preparations for the capital was immaculate. He had done what he thought he could do with the two extra bags he had. He had re-arranged his entire collection he had in front of him.
He carried two bags, an adventurer's tag from Ashtrim the city, a pioneer's tag verified in Cleaving, his brown overcoat washed anew again, a few hundred enhancing mixes, and his original collection he had before Ashtrim except for 4 Beret coins he had used before. He still had more.
The city guards stopped him. He showed them his belongings and the tags. One of the guards in the middle of his 30s asked him, "that's a long way from either city. How did you arrive here?"
The wanderer had a simple answer, "a few people let me in their wagons at a time. I helped them with protection."
He showed his rope he uses as a sling. The guards had a smirk. "Good for you, kid. So where are you going in Rigac?"
The wanderer had a confused look, intentionally he asked, "why is it called Rigac?"
A guard answered, "It just is. Now, asking is good. But beware of your place, boy, else Tribulations Squadron may take you to where they see fit. Now answer the question."
The guard had intensity. A flicker of gaze he could muster came from him.
The wanderer responded, "To the City Hall for adventurers, pioneers, or hunters." He answered as honestly his soul allowed.
Nodding, the other guard picked up a map from the city wall's alcove made for guards. He handed the map. While the other guard told the wanderer where the main buildings were from the spot they were at by pointing towards their buildings in the city.
Travelling the grasslands from the place to here wasn't as excruciating as passing these two guards scrutiny. This was a conclusion the wanderer in the brown overcoat had.
But a wondering thought remained, 'is the Tribulations Squadron really the name of that group? Or is it something else?'
Yet a more important question had slipped the wanderer's mind that others may have, 'how is it that there are people in the age group of 30s in this city but nowhere else?'
The wanderer partially knew one thing, the kingdom of Riga was still at war with other kingdoms. But this presence of every ages in Rigac was a mystery he felt he will know of sooner.
Yet something caught his eye, he was still in the outskirts of Rigac, because another wall awaited ahead. And a Cheal-looking person had just vanished from his peripheral before he turned away from the guards.