Terrain of Fear

Glop! Glop! Glop!

Horses galloped as they pulled a long trail of carriages, with each of them spanning a size enough to seat ten people within. They also had sections at the bottom and top of the carriage, compartments where goods could be stored.

"Haiah!" The coachman at the front bellowed, lashing out his whip into the air, using the sound to urge the horses, controlling their movements.

Seated next to the coachman was a middle-aged man, sporting a well-trimmed beard, continuing to twirl the monocle that he wore, causing the map on his hands to be magnified under his sight.

The map was an intricately woken piece of artwork, so complex that it was hard to make sense of through the naked eye. And hence, this magic-imbued monocle acted as the lens, allowing him to make out the various intricacies.

He was a Cartographer, continuing to stare at the map as various lines skittled around, with one of them highlighting their carriage.