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Three days on the road, with nothing to occupy your time but a book of philosophy and Tawn's sullen conversation, has taught you one thing.
Maybe the Emperor had a point, pushing forwards with his railroad. It would certainly save you from dying of boredom. At some points, it got so bad that you almost wished for an attack, an ambush or some meaningless act of rebellion. Anything that might give you an excuse to get out and move about a bit – even if that movement was just to swing a sword into someone's face.
Not a good desire to entertain, you know that, but you can't help it. You're not very good with boredom. As such, it comes as a great relief when the capital looms large on the horizon, and the convoy grinds to a halt.
Finally, a chance to stretch your legs.