The heavy doors of the armored transport slammed shut, sealing the party inside the plush, air-conditioned cabin as the vehicle pulled away from the guild hall.
Bombom settled into the leather seat behind the driver's partition, crossing one leg over the other, and tapped on the intercom glass. "Alright, man, step on it. How long until we hit the Zabril border? Two hours? Three?"
The chauffeur adjusted his rearview mirror, his expression deadpan. "Given the terrain and border checkpoints, sir, it will take approximately three days. We'll be making scheduled stops in partner towns along the highway so you can rest."
For a full second, the cabin was dead silent. Then, Bombom and DragonSlayer leaned forward at the exact same time:
"THREE DAAAAAYS?!"
