Dominic smiled at the driver and moved to the second vehicle to see if there was anything that he had missed the first time through.
The controls all worked, the valves were good, and the pressure tank under the hood was holding pressure. The body was destroyed, the roof was torn away, and a chunk of the floor was bent down by half a metre, but once the pushrod was replaced, it would be able to move again.
The old pushrod had also been melted into slag by a fire spell, and had melted completely in half, which caused some concern for the rest of the undercarriage, but the flames seemed to have been contained.
"It was a flaming maul." The driver explained.
"That makes sense. Your lot had it rough up here. I only had to deal with a couple or ten dozen Hobgoblins and some ogres in the middle of the row." Dominic agreed.
