Samir leans heavily on the side of the carriage, the heat of the desert pressing against his fevered skin. He closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a slow, shuddering breath.

“By the grace of the gods, we have earned this blessing… ” he murmurs, his voice trembling slightly. He presses his hands to the polished wood of the carriage. “May this vessel carry us safely, and may it spare others the trials we have endured… may it bear us swiftly through the sands that have sought to undo us.”

He traces the symbols of his faith along the sides, whispering a soft prayer as his fevered mind begins to clear. “I am grateful… even in weakness, I see the hand of providence. No longer must our feet bleed, no longer must our bodies bear the brunt of the desert’s cruelty. Let this carriage be a sanctuary, a shield, and a reminder of what we have earned.”

He bows his head, resting a hand lightly on the roof, murmuring, “Thank you, gods… for the strength to endure, and for this mercy you have granted.”

Lucan

"We should travel on the best path available, so we don't get stuck.  Maybe travel in the cooler but light parts of the day.  Using very early light and resting through late morning and early evening as well as after dark.  Some reasonable version of that maybe."

Lucan thinks a bit to himself wondering if this isn't some elaborate setup in some fashion.  Who's after the owner's business?  All the other deliveries ran afoul in some way.  We nearly were from sand monsters and now this blessing of a carriage.

"mmmmmmmm", Lucan humms softly.