There's a problem with the road

"Why the devil have you stopped?" Ibera barks from her carriage window, making poor Pansie jump in fright.

Pansie was a sweet girl, and as timid and tame as a pet bunny rabbit. Her docile nature was one of the biggest reasons she had this job (no one else would do it for more than a day before quitting or being fired).

She was 21, thin, short, only about 5 feet tall, and rather frail. Physically she was probably the last person you wanted doing this job, but, she was a hard worker and **** enough to keep coming back despite the **** she routinely endured.

Her clothes were old hand-me-downs from her brothers and father; a knit cap, a coarse, canvas work shirt, old coveralls and a ratty, oversized pair of boots she had to stuff with straw every morning to keep from slipping off her sockless petite feet.

"Um... th-there's a log blocking the road," Pansie replied as she slipped her cap off her head and nervously ran her fingers through her short, red hair.

"So move it!" Ibera rolls her eyes. "What do we pay you for?"

"Y-yes mistress..." Pansie mumbles as she looks back down at her feet. She knew better than to argue with either of the bratty girls.

Ibera curtly nods, satisfied that her will was being obeyed, and slips back into the carriage where she and Esmik would likely spend their idle time sipping wine, nibbling on overpriced sweets, and gossiping about their fellow nobles.

Pansie looks at the log and sighs. This is going to take a while...