[ the three of them head left from the entrance and find one ride installed directly inside the gates. beneath a tall signboard reading 'mr. sathelbry's wild sleigh rides' stand four massive chargers hitched to three wooden passenger sleds coupled together with chains. hunched in the first sled is the driver - an aged, one-armed man dressed in a long threadbare wool coat, his snarling face wrapped with a dull red scarf. as the driver snaps his whip and the sled lurches forward, ragtag children dart from shadowed hollows beneath nearby wagons and try to snag free rides before the distracted driver sees them. as they watch, the man, who must be mr. sathelbry, scowls at one such child, kicking him into the snow with a cold-hearted laugh and a 'no money, no ride!' ]
rebekah, klaus, lis'sa