You roll a 12 (required 9). Success!
 
Your eyes drift from the scenery now shrouded in mist to the drivers nearby. Casually leaning against the railing behind them, you remark that the view is quite nice from back here.
 
Left driver: “That so? There’s not much to look at in this weather.”
 
Right driver: “I think she means us. Thanks, lass. Hang in there just a couple more hours, aye?”
 
You nod, and let your mind wander as you stare at the muscular thighs and waving tails of the working stallions. Before you know it, the fog has cleared, revealing the end of the woods ahead.
 
The cart’s wooden wheels begin to rumble as the dirt path turns to paved stone, shortly after which the vehicle comes to a stop.
 
Dawn Break: “Alright everypony, we’re here! Don’t forget your bags in the cart.”
 
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