Al was driving. A big burly boxer, the dainty elven lass felt as if she had just punched a rock. He sort of just glared at her before looking back to the road. He reached forward and tapped a dial with numbers and arrows on it.<strong>"We're going 55 miles per hour. That's faster than a horse runs, and cars can run at full speed longer than any horse can."</strong>He turned to look at the elven sorceress again.<strong>"Besides if a certain second rate stage magician didn't mess up the spell to send us back, we wouldn't have to be doing this at all."</strong>He finishes glaring daggers at her before returning to the road with a sigh.<strong>"Bath houses huh... That should make it easier to find spell fragments..."</strong>He pauses looking down shaking his fist in anger.<strong>"Gah! why did this stupid fantasy world have to be so much like Japan!"</strong>His stomach lets out a loud grumbling noise, and he starts to pout.<strong>"At this rate I'll need get to eat pizza ever again..."</strong>