Trapped In A Dangerous Situation

Charms felt the world spin as his ears filled with the sound of metal twisting, the whistling of steam, and Hank's screams entered his ears.

The moment felt arduously long, and when the carriage finally stopped, he found his body lying on a window pane.

The fortunate thing was that his four limbs were still working. He flipped over, lifted his head, and climbed up without any hindrance, which meant that he was basically fine. It was the best news after experiencing a derailment incident, albeit a temporary one.

"Hey, pal, are you ok?" He endured the smoke and steam while groping his way blindly to Hank.

"Uhm… I should be fine." Hank groaned. "Heavens, what happened?"

"The demonic beasts broke the rail; we need to leave quickly." Charms patted Hank on the shoulder. "I don't know what city you're from, but remember this. Heavens will not protect you in Neverwinter, the only ones capable of protecting you is the King and this flintlock. Now follow me."