“Feh! Who needs hands?” Joachim said, sitting uncomfortably rigid in the driving seat of the contraption. It was a… slapdash affair. The carriage was an amalgamation of wood, stone, iron bars, and what looked like a dead shrub. The seat was piled high on what looked like moving, steaming pistons welded together that were emitting an alarming amount of steam and leaky boiling water.