His footsteps were heavy. Really heavy. Each resounding footfall would leave a deep crater in the shape of his walking boots as Maki walked to the gates and looked at his passport, unused in so long. He had changed out of the classy dress wear and into something a bit more travel tested. Khaki slacks, brown hiking boots, and a silk vest over a light blue top. Atop his head was a tan stockman hat.
And beside him was the interesting thing. A carriage. A rather large one with room for quite a bit of luggage. Two horses for pulling it with a trained coachman. Maki wasn’t going to leave behind all sense of civilization on going to Cloud. He saw this as a diplomacy mission and part of a good diplomat is dressing the part. He would need to arrive bespoke from head to toe and stay that way.
”Ho the gates! We’re heading out.”
And beside him was the interesting thing. A carriage. A rather large one with room for quite a bit of luggage. Two horses for pulling it with a trained coachman. Maki wasn’t going to leave behind all sense of civilization on going to Cloud. He saw this as a diplomacy mission and part of a good diplomat is dressing the part. He would need to arrive bespoke from head to toe and stay that way.
”Ho the gates! We’re heading out.”