After the carriage came to a stop, Nalant offered his assessment of today's wild dash across the wilderness, then opened the door and climbed down to inspect the carriage's condition.
But before he could call for the two dwarves to get out and take a look, they had already scrambled down ahead of him and rushed to the roadside.
"Bleurgh!" The two dwarves, famed for their sturdiness, promptly vomited their guts out by the roadside. They had probably even thrown up the fine wine they'd drunk that morning.
After waiting quite a while, Nalant asked, "Black Tower, Ram, are you two all right?"
"N-No problem! Sir Nalant, could you... could you not go so fast in the future?"
"All right!" Seeing how pale they were, Nalant could not bear to refuse.
"Th-Thank you, Sir Nalant!" The two dwarves struggled to their feet and thanked him.
Nalant then led the two dwarves in a careful inspection of every part of the carriage and found that there was no damage whatsoever.
This carriage truly was worthy of dwarven craftsmanship. Some of its core sections were joined with metals mixed with mithril, so even tearing along dirt roads as they had earlier posed no problem at all.
Once he had confirmed that the carriage was in perfect condition, Nalant led them back aboard.
Since he had promised the two dwarves beforehand, Nalant did not race wildly as before on this journey. Instead, he began the return trip at an ordinary carriage's pace.
On the road back, seeing that Nalant had no intention of continuing his mad dash, the two dwarves' complexions finally improved considerably.
Nalant then took four prepared jugs of grape wine from his space ring and handed them over.
"Black Tower, Ram, this is your payment for this trip!"
"Sir Nalant,