Sandra
**Henryk would step towards the carriage, opening the side door. It was a simple thing. No roof so the passengers would have the sun and wind tickle against their skin. It could fit about 4 passengers— maybe 6 if the two others were people of _smaller_ stature. The Doctor stepped on, leaving the door open for the Dryad.** "Traveling by horse is the fastest way to the captial." **He'd state.** "The alternative is by foot, but, I don't want to spend the night in the forest. Too risky. By horse I am at least guaranteed we'll get to the city before nightfall— even if we have a few hiccups along the road." **Henryk explained his reasoning as he sat down in one of the passenger seats. The Doctor didn't quite understand why the Dryad asked, as to him, domesticated animals were working animals. They provided a service, were cared for, and eventually retired. Yet, despite this, Henryk didn't actually think too deeply on this. He wasn't as attuned to nature as Midelia was. He'd direct a hand for the Dryad to sit across from him, so they could hold a conversation. Normally the Doctor was an anti-social individual, but, he wanted to show his guest he had some sort of interest in them. It'd be rude to just be silent the entire trip.** 

**The driver would visibly grab onto the reigns, readying themselves. Finally it was time to get moving. They'd wait for the dryad to get on too. It was one horse that was driving this thing— a stallion. Large, easily a couple thousand pounds of raw muscle. It'd huff loudly, ready to get to work.**
Arthur
```The large dryad would struggle a bit to get inside as her two meter tall frame, while small for dryad standards. It would be quite large for human standards, a slight rustling as she tries to adjust herself to the carriage. Her long autumn leaves would lay to her side as the comforting smell of simply nature, of leaves and grass would be noticeable even with the open top. As she finally adjusted herself she would speak a form of gratitude for holding the door.```

**Th-thanks for holding the door Henryk.**

```With the sunlight shining on her and no trees to withold much of the light, Henryk would get his first good look on the fae-spirit. Her bright red leaves almost like hair going down to her knees, her light brown bark would catch the sun's light quite well. While her jade eyes would be a bright green colour, the autumn-spirit would be an interesting creature even a mesmerizing one.```

**W-well forest wouldn't really be danger-dangerous with me around for we-well obvious reasons, but if you insist on ho-horse carriage so be it.```

**A response to his previous comment the fae would look suprisingly calmer the countless gazes finally gone, she would have gotten a bit more comfortable. She would sit rather straight awaiting anything from Henryk, she wasn't exactly a conversation starter.```
Sandra
"It's really more just a matter of haste rather than danger, to be honest. The longer I'm away from my clinic, the longer patience have to wait to be seen." **Henryk had specified for the Dryad.** "People pay a decent sum of coin just to see me. I'm a private doctor, so, when an individual doesn't have time to wait for a doctor to see them at a public infirmary, they'll come to me. I will always attempt my best efforts to medicate them as soon as they're in my care." **The Doctor would look off to the side now. As soon as the door shut, the driver was off. The carriage jostled a bit as it began moving. The driver directed the carriage for the exit of Crasmere, and into the forest once more.**

**Henryk threw a leg over the other, crossing them. The gentleman would pull out his pipe and his bag of tobacco, beginning to stuff it into the bowl of his pipe.** "Typically it's individuals of high class, or even _nobility_ who'll come to see me. The lower class and peasants don't usually come to see me. I _would_ medicate them, but, I don't have the resources nor funds to treat the populace en mass." **He continued, taking a match to light his pipe. He brought it to his lips, sucking in the smoke as the tobacco smouldered within the pipe's bowl, before exhaling.** "I've tried in the past to get funding from the city but to no avail." **A sigh left his lips.** 

**The cart was soon through Crasmere and into the forests once more. Scenery shifted, as soon the pair would find themselves beneath the various tree leaves which segmented the rays of sun striking upon them. . .**

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