Luckily for you, a day's walk is only a little more than half a day's flight. Brazenly displaying your true form, you zip up the road toward Glass City. A few hours into this, you pass a horsedrawn wagon going the other way. The driver's features, normally somewhat handsome in a traditional elven sort of way, pale at the sight of you and he whips his horses into a full gallop, clearly hoping to outrun you once your paths have crossed. Quite rude of him, really, to treat you like a horrifying demon to be ran away from. And just when you've been several hours without any quality elf cock, too! A quick swerve in your flight pattern would be all it takes to land in the seat next to him so you can lecture him on his manners, but who knows how long it would delay your arrival in the city?