A carriage pulled up in front of them, old and black with age. The worn gray curtain inside were pulled back to show that it was empty but the stoop-shouldered man driving the two horses pulling the conveyance watched them from his position on top.
The thin horse were eerily still, as was the man until he spoke, his accent thick but decipherable. "I will take you as far as the pass, but no further. It is not far from there, but it is too close to Castle Dracul, even for me."