I turned my head to the side, watching the boots moving around me. One pair stopped beside the wheel while another paced toward the horses, then came back again. Every step made the cart creak faintly above me, bits of dried mud occasionally falling onto my shirt.
Keeping as still as I could, I shifted my attention to the underside of the cart. Between the thick wooden beams, something immediately caught my eye. One of the planks looked... wrong. It was cut into a neat square, unlike the rest of the underside. The edges were too clean, almost as if it could be pushed inward to unlock some hidden mechanism.
"Shit... there it is."
I carefully reached toward it and pressed the square with my fingertips. It clicked inward exactly as I'd hoped. Relief barely had time to settle before I grabbed the edge, trying to pull it open.
It didn't budge.
"There has to be some sort of mechanism… shit." I muttered under my breath.
