"No one is going to believe me unless they see it with their own eyes." After facing an undead army and witnessing Lith's armies of beasts and shadows, the flying stagecoach was just icing on the cake.
"I should request to be transferred to a simpler job, like hunting Balkor." He said while using his contact amulet to scan the scene unfolding in front of his eyes and calling both of his supervisors.
"What the heck is that?" The Royals and Marchioness Distar said while looking at the DoLorean darting above the Trawn woods.
"A security nightmare." Locrias couldn't think of a better definition.
"That's a really interesting concept." Queen Sylpha sounded more intrigued than worried. "It could replace those boring, obnoxious stagecoaches, allowing us to give a breath-taking experience to our guests and a scare to our enemies."