sick of driving so slow

Mariah nodded, listening intently as Dread spoke of the Armada and the opportune timing of market season's end. She admired his practical approach to travel, finding value in the knowledge he shared. "That sounds like a smart strategy," she remarked, a hint of admiration in her tone. "I’m from Elysium- I’ve heard of the Armada’s marketplace, just have never seen it for myself."

She smiled warmly at his introduction, appreciating the courtesy in his demeanor. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dread," she replied, inclining her head slightly in acknowledgment. "I'm Mariah." She shifted slightly, settling more comfortably on the ground as she gazed out at the landscape before them.

-end thread?-

"Mariah Mendacium"