A wooden cargo carriage was traveling through the forest, pulled by horses. Sitting next to the driver was a blonde individual lost in thought and not paying much attention to their surroundings.
The carriage creaked and rattled along the uneven road. The driver complained about the road to the Slums being unstable, struggling with the bumps and cracks on the ground.
The blonde individual, wearing a robe, was preoccupied with worries about his friend. He wondered if leaving Han alone with those people was the right choice. He had considered sitting with Han but didn't want to appear to be favoring him...being a leader was tough, and Rasial sighed in frustration.