The roads in Fallial had never been the best, but Garion didn't mind. As long as his head only hit the top of the carriage two or three times on the way there, he wouldn't have to get on to the driver. It helped that the journey from his fief to the Marellis' wasn't a long one. The young lord stared out the window of the carriage, thoroughly ignoring the guard opposite him (Garion had attempted to annoy him enough earlier, and failed) and fidgeting impatiently. He didn't like being cooped up for this long.
They were nearing the end of their journey, Garion could tell from the landmarks, and that only made him more impatient. He hadn't been this way in months, and he was ready to see his friend already. Finally, though, the castle came in sight. Thank the gods.
When the carriage came to a halt, Garion practically leapt out the carriage door, ready to stretch his legs again. "Gods, that was awful," he said to no one in particular, looking around. He looked up, ready to see his friend again. "Hello, there!"