The driver in front was a huge bear of a man with only holes where ears should have been, and a face reddened and weather scarred by the harsh elements. He reminded Kasha of her father for his sheer size, though there was no family resemblance. The driver managed the poro with ease, by pulling four separate reins through his fingers. 

He pulled the sleigh to a halt, and gently assisted the woman down to the ground. Kasha was shocked to see the woman towered over the driver, and though he was immensely broad, he was squat with it, as if some playful god had pressed him down, and only allowed outward expansion. Sitting down in the sleigh his height was merely an illusion.