Upon getting into the carriage, Elias had edged himself as far away as possible from the others, pressing himself against the far end of the vehicle by a small window. The boy was not pleased with being stuffed inside a carriage with the same people he had just squabbled with, and he found himself even less pleased when a filthy looking girl and a dog crammed themselves into the carriage. Elias wished he had brought a horse- although the Beauvallet's horses were more like pets than transportation. His mother spoiled those animals rotten anyway. He doubted she would let him bring one for the journey.

Elias did his best to ignore the others, pulling out a large leather-bound tome from his bag and positioning it up to his face so he couldn't see the riffraff near him. He looked quite uncomfortable, even ridiculous, pressed against the edge of the carriage with the huge book covering his face, but he found it quite convenient. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend he was outside on horseback with his fellow nobles, impressing them with his knowledge and expertise.