Verris' mace nearly smashed into the creature but smashes the carriage with a resounding clang, forcing it to reel backwards out of the carriage. Clutching the package tightly under its arm, it brandished a wickedly serrated blade, lashing out at Verris in desperation. As the cold metal whistled through the air, the thistle-folk sneered menacingly, its eyes glinting with malice. "This prize will fetch a pretty price," it hissed, its voice dripping with venomous greed as it prepared to make its sinister escape.