A rickety old carriage
Old wood creaks with every move. The empty driver's bench is cracked with age, and covered by a thin layer of dust. Oddly enough, no horses are hitched. Smoky light filters through the dirty windows, allowing you only the briefest glimpses of forms moving about inside. Stained darkly, the weather beaten wooden planks that make up the outside of the carriage look well cared for even if they give the impression of great age. Large, thick iron bands wrap around the wooden wheels and hold them tightly together.
a dead-eyed thrall is here.