"A driver, maybe? I drive my car for a transport service. It gets you around some, but not as much as your travels. Speaking of, what were the Hills of Persuasion like? What inspired you to start traveling?"
You drive through a big puddle at an intersection, throwing a big sheaf of water up onto the sidewalk; fortunately, no one's there. "Driver..." says Amat. "But not one who drives woolbeasts? Or cattle? Is it because you drive the vehicle onward?" You hear his foot tapping. "It does not sound quite right..."
"Er, okay... but about my question?"
"Ah, yes. It is a warm and wild place. My people raised horses and goats and followed our beasts around. I grew curious and restless to roam further, and so came across a village of settled people. There I became a hearthperson, trusted with slaying wayward wild beasts, and so acquired my taste for daring..."
The hotel you're being pointed to is up on a hilly rise, higher than most of the rest of town. The road starts to work its way up a nice wooded stretch, free of puddles due to the slope. "Daring?"
"Aye, it was quite modest at first. I killed a hyena who had eaten children from the village. Their chieftain asked me to stay on and gave me a seat in their hall. And so I remained, slaying more and more encroaching beasts, until my curiosity drove me to seek out greater-" There's a loud
thunk! and the car lurches to the side. "What!?"
You stop the engine. "Shit... I think we've got a bum tire."