Jay wasn’t a bitter kind of person, nor did he let small-minded people affect him – he simply laughed at how petty others could be.

As Jay was walking, he heard a voice “…little bastard” He looked off to the right.

Spotting another adventurer who had to step down the hill as the carriage went by, Jay realised he had something in common with this fellow, the hate of the carriage douche – he offered him a hand to help him back up onto the path.