<span style="font-size: 15px"><b>Madam Clitfiddler’s Personal Carriage</b></span><br/><br/>As the draenei climbed up the two metal steps to the open hatch of the carriage, the view that was presented to him through the circular doorway would no doubt surprise him: Instead of a small passenger cabin where he’d barely fit in, there was an entire<i>room</i>in there, round in shape, and so large that it couldn’t possibly exist inside an ordinary carriage of that size. Where there were two steps to the doorway outside the hull, on the inside, the man would have to descend a wooden staircase of five wide steps, and once he’d reach the floor, the ceiling was just high enough that he could stand perfectly straight. The ceiling, however, was a dome, and was slightly lower closer to the walls.<br/><br/>The most notable part of the room was a massive, round bed that was half-sunken in the wall at the left. While only half of it was inside the actual room, it still covered a large portion of the floor that in turn was covered with fluffy, white carpets; the only white bit of the otherwise pink, purple, and red décor, among dark wooden walls and furniture. All the way around the room, to the left and right from the bed, the spherical walls were filled with arrays of wooden drawers of different shapes and sizes, broken only by the large opening for the bed, the doorway and the stairs, and a mini-kitchen on the far-right of the room. There was also a small cosmetics table to the left of the kitchen with only a single column of small drawers between it and the kitchen counter that hosted two tall stools beneath it. On the far end of the bed, there was a mound of pink and purple pillows against the wall, and along the front edge, an assortment of Enna’s epic-sized lingerie: a couple of panties and bras, and a pair of stockings.<br/><br/>To the left of the stairs, towards the bed, there was a large, hot-pink sofa made for two, but when the draenei sat down on its soft cushions, there was barely any space left. Once the warlock had also entered the room, the Madam appeared in the doorway and waited until the passengers were comfortably seated.<br/><br/>“Don’t be alarmed, but once the vehicle starts moving, you won’t notice a… thing,” Enna explained and frowned at how little sense she was making. She then proceeded to give another one of her confusing speeches while the warlock dealt with the fel iron cuffs, “Err, you’ll only see that we are moving if you look through this tiny window of this hatch. The room itself will feel like it’s completely still,<i>even though</i>the caravan is in fact moving. It’s… err, magic, simply put. I could explain the details later. Now make yourselves comfortable while I drive us out of sight and set our course. Maybe I can get this thing on auto-pilot, depending on which route it’ll take, which I can’t quite tell at this point as the secret pathway that we take sometimes seems to have a mind of its own. Aaanyway, in a few hours, we should arrive at Northern Stranglethorn, or with a small chance in another part of Duskwood, and in a highly improbable case, someplace else entirely. I’ve found it best not to worry about it, though. Have a nice ride!”<br/><br/>Once the cuffs were thrown outside, the Madam withdrew and closed the hatch, and even after several minutes had passed, nothing at all seemed to happen. If the passengers were to peek through the tiny, round window, all they’d see was blackness, and then the occasional patch of dirt when the carriage went close enough to an underground wall and the light from inside was enough to reach it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>