Runaway
Once the wagon starts rumbling along, he feels a one-two punch of glee followed by uncertainty. He could still hop out now . . . and, well, find his father who, after searching Thunder Bluff for a few hours, would probably be pissed. At the tender age of twelve, Az'zul only concerns himself with the immediate future and the bruises he will probably receive if he doesn't stay the course. Not to mention the prospect of something wholly better with the fair as his (unwitting) adopted family.
So he stares up at the late afternoon light shining through the grain of the canvas and imagines all the excitement and adventure the future is certain to hold. Soon, the muggy heat of Mulgore and the swaying trundle of the rickety cartwheels lulls the stowaway to sleep.
So he stares up at the late afternoon light shining through the grain of the canvas and imagines all the excitement and adventure the future is certain to hold. Soon, the muggy heat of Mulgore and the swaying trundle of the rickety cartwheels lulls the stowaway to sleep.