Ornate boots (Boots of hightened sensitivity)

You look around the cabin of the carriage, but don't find anything so you extend your search. There should be a bagage compartment behind the carriage. reaching up to grab the carriages roof you swing out to step on one of the sunken wheels.

The carriage sinks deeper into the mud from your movement but you hold on and manage to upper around the back.

You indeed see the luggage compartment at the back which has een partially submerged in the cessions. It is a square chest like contraption which opens from the top as long as it was unlatched. However the latches seemed to have been heavily damaged and you think that it may have been caused by bandit attacks if this indeed was the carriage you thought it was.

However it may just have been another adventurer just like you who broke it open to look for loot.

You decide to take a look anyway, and while clinging on the carriage side you use your foot to hook the luggage compartments lid and lid it. You barely open the lid you weel something ticklish crawl onto the underside of your foot.

With a yelp you kick your leg, the lid falling closed. In panic you even reach down with one of your hands to flick of the thing that you had crawled onto your foot. The cargo browning and tilting even further towards the mud. You manage to flick the silver thing off of your foot and quickly stick yourself back to the edge to the carriage.

Glancing at the silver creature that had crawled onto your foot you manage to identify it befor it slithers into the crevice of a cracked pipe sticking gout of the Cesspond.

You shiver in disgust. A Twin-tailed centipede.

They must have made a home in the darkness of the carriage compartment. and fled the light when you opened it.

You decide to leave that be for now. Not wanting to stick your hand -or foot - in a writhing colony of those and fokkus you eyes on a another, smaller compartment hanging of thee roof of the carriage. This ones latch is still intact. But you manage to reach over and pith a few sharp, but awkward yanks. Manage to get the somewhat trusty parts uncaps and flick the lip open.

Having learned your lesson you don't stick in your hand before looking and as quickly as you can jump and heave yourself onto the roof. The Carriage tilts even more alarmingly and you scramble s fast as you can to the other side of the roof.

The carriages hind wheels continue to sink down in the mud. You open the compartment quickly and find a mess of quite random objects. Thimbles, pencils doorstops, a hat and oh! A pair of boots!

The carriages wheels are entirely submerged and the sinking is only seems to accelerate. You quickly pull out the boots. and shove your feet in them.

Your senses become alight as you remember your scabbard and sword in the carriages cabin and you swing down on the other side. pulling the door open and quickly spot your sward that have fallen to the floor and are slowly sliding towards the growing puddle of stinking water that is steadily swallowing the carriage.

You grab them quickly and then jump as far as you can towards the garage mountain. You feel a slaked bar beneath your knew boots and are glad to have them as you jump to broken signboard that sinks with a squelch into he mud.

You take another jump towards some crates of what might have been rotting apples. somehow very aware of how your leather pants pull and molde against your thighs and ass. And the press of your armour against you chest.

The crates seem more stable and you climb onto a couple of them and turn back.

Almost half the carriage has been submerge. The silver forms of the twintaied centipedes glen in the light ass they escape their sinking home.

The mud must have been a lot deeper there than you realised. For it to have swallowed so much in such a short time. All it needed was for you to clamper on to it and disturb the delicate balance that it had been in with whatever debris lay below it.

Letting out a sigh you decide to take a rest. Re-buckling your scabbard on your belt but decide to let your sword air dry some more while you spear some of the centipedes that come your way.

Your clothes are still damp and you are very conscious of how your undergarments stick to your skin. You relax a bit and let the Cesspond's putrid breeze blow on you. Fortunately you've gotten somewhat used to the smell, only occasionally picking out something gag-worthy.

Instead you bare your neck to the slight ghost of wind. Oddly enjoying the sensation of air currants caressing your skin.

You suddenly remember your new boots and take a closer look at them.

As far as you can tell they are made out of some scaled creatures skin. Odd patterns and fancy looking swirls adorn it as iff it had been tattooed onto the skin.

IT's the sort of fancy pants shoes you'd seen the rich wearing the few times you caught the dubious honour of taking a glimpse at them.

You'd never though you'd be waring them, especially in a place like this. But, they were definitely more expensive than you're old pair. So maybe you could sell them for a nice sum once you made it out of here. Hopefully they would not be completely sullied by the time you did.

You suddenly remember the odd assortment of seeming odds and ends you had seen together with the boots and a suspicion comes over you. You turn out the inside of you boots hem - again become oddly aware of how our damp clothing tugs at your skin - and see golden and silver inscriptions on the leather's inside.

This was an enchanted item!

Suddenly you realise that all those other items might also have been enchanted. By extension you think that all of those other goods must have also been enchanted items. Perhaps they were prototypes being brought to the main branch for approval?

If you made your way back to the carriage which had sunk some more, you could perhaps salvage some more goodies. Although you didn't know what any of the items did any enchanted item would sell well on the black market. Or you might be able to get a nice reward from the enchanters gild if you returned them.

Heck, one of those items could even be the famed teleportation item that you had Brought the carriage here! Maybe the very boots you were waring was said item!

You quickly sober up, however. Firstly, you thought that the original enchanter would have probably made off with the items if he had survived the teleportation. Or at least have had such a valuable item on his person had he not survived it.

Perhaps the items which had been tossed into the upper compartment so carelessly were just a bunch of items with odd or random. While it might still be worth your time to salvage them, there was a risk involved in a preaching the sinkhole the vehicle seemed to have been placed over.

You could just take your spoils and make your may to more solid ground and look for the treasure you had originally come to find. Marking the place where the carriage had sunk should already be enough to sell your information about it to interested parties.

You stroke your chin in though. A pleasant tingle runs through your skin, and you stroke it asome more enjoying, but dismiss the sensation as just heightened nerves.