Bruce waited at the Carriage Agency for a while. Half an hour later, an attendant told him that everything had been arranged and the carriage was waiting outside.
"Hello, Mr. Wayne. I'll be taking you to Walkervis. It's a pleasure to serve you. My name is Lawrence Rich. Please let me know if you need anything." Lawrence climbed down from the carriage and set a small stool on the ground for Bruce to step on.
"Good morning, Mr. Rich. Sorry for the trouble." Bruce gave a slight bow and looked at the carriage. The Carriage Agency's carriages were fairly plain, with little decoration, but they were meant to transport travelers and had no need to be too luxurious.
After all, the roads were not particularly safe. If they encountered bandits, a conspicuous carriage would make an easier target.
"Just call me Lawrence."
Carrying his suitcase, Bruce climbed into the carriage the Carriage Agency had prepared. His journey to Walkervis had officially begun.
Lawrence was very talkative. He told Bruce about his younger days. Having worked for the Carriage Agency for decades, he was an old hand with plenty of experience and knowledge.
Bruce showed no displeasure. He listened to Lawrence's stories and occasionally added a few words.
The journey from Rhode Town to Walkervis would take more than a day. Staying silent the entire time would certainly make the trip boring, so having a talkative driver was rather nice.
They certainly would not reach Walkervis before nightfall today. Around dusk, the carriage would stop at a roadside way station for the night, and they would reach the city center of Walkervis at noon the following day.
Of course, Bruce could also choose to travel through the night.
He would simply have to pay an extra fee. With enough money, traveling