[ Really, Prompto should have expected this the moment he'd heard they'd be carting off to Wyver in carriages, and being a member of the Guard, he'd be one of the last to board. That only made sense - it's a part of the job, and he's happy to do it, all the better for being told what to do rather than being left to his own devices. But that also means the Guard is the last to load up, and knowing his luck...
He's stepping into a carriage with Ardyn.
Before he even sits down, he's craning his head back out the window, shouting to any passersby. ]
[ Unsurprisingly, no one is falling over themselves to trade him seats with a selling point like that. Damn, he should have said it was where they were keeping all the rations. He doesn't have time to change up his story for anyone else, though, because a moment later, the carriage driver is pulling the cab into motion.
ARDYN (TRAVELLING TO WYVER)
He's stepping into a carriage with Ardyn.
Before he even sits down, he's craning his head back out the window, shouting to any passersby. ]
Hey, anyone wanna trade seats? This one, uh - smells kinda rotten!
[ Unsurprisingly, no one is falling over themselves to trade him seats with a selling point like that. Damn, he should have said it was where they were keeping all the rations. He doesn't have time to change up his story for anyone else, though, because a moment later, the carriage driver is pulling the cab into motion.
So. This is gonna suck!! ]