Cipriano excitedly leans out of the front carriage seating, smiling widely. The wagon is obviously well loved, both in a sense that it shows signs of being tended to, as well as parts of it are either uneven or jagged from prolonged use.
“Somepony gifted it to me when the fortune I gave them bought them great wealth. I told them they’ll have luck in money, and what do you know it, they won the lottery. He said he had no need for his old wagon now that he was rich, so he let me have it”, Cipriano explains, looking quite proud of himself. It seemed he always felt a bit prideful when it comes to striking good deals or getting stuff cheap. “It’s a little worse for wear…but I think I fixed it up quite nicely, right?”