[No, it's not a bad job to have at all. A few days a week, he spends his afternoon biking around until his messenger bag is depleted of letters and parcels. With housing and food covered by the castle, all of his wages get funneled into fun things, like a round of drinks at the Mute Lute or a new color of nail polish. It feels like freedom.]

I never really had a job before either. It's a lot better now that we have the bikes. When I started, I had to do it on foot. And it was winter.

[Despite his complaints, Wilhelm hadn't minded it so much. Fall ushers in bad memories, and as the months hunch into winter those ghosts linger cold and thick. The job got him out of the castle, gave him something else to focus on.

As the trail bends into the woods, it narrows. The ground stays well-worn beneath their wheels, but the underbrush encroaches on the edges of the path.]

Hey, they're holding up alright.

[The bikes, he means, on this off-road test.]