The white marble bridge arched gracefully over a crystal-clear stream. Beneath it, schools of silver-scaled fish swam in tandem, reflecting the golden shimmer of the afternoon sun. Yet, this visual tranquility was marred by Rianor's carriage creeping agonizingly across it.
Creeeak... creeeak...
The worn wooden wheels let out long, protesting groans as they ground against the bridge's masonry. Its severely caved-in roof cast a grotesque shadow, like the shattered jaw of a monster, upon the water's surface.
Whitebridge Village welcomed them on the other side.
