The grogs just nod at her, touching their sternum and bowing slightly. Tandaline introduce them, "That is Jorge and Jan. They're brothers and mute. Runs in the family. They grew up here, so they understand latin."
Once each get inside the box, they get shrunk down to a bit more than a third their previous size. Inspecting the inside, you see benches along the front and sides, with several levers and various items. There are also small windows showing the exterior around the box, which were not noticeable from the outside.
Tandaline moves to the front of the box (meaning the side opposite the door) and sits down on the bench. "Sit down everyone, and don't touch anything unless I tell you to. I'm not sure what all of these do. Hang on to your seats, it can get rough."
She takes hold of two levers before her, then turns her head. "Borealis, pump those small bellows in front of you five or six times, will you?"
When he does, a noise between the "woosh" of normal bellows and the screeching of an old wagon's axle is emmited, and a strong wind starts swirling around the box, whipping everyone's hair. "One more time!" yells Tandaline. Soon enough the wind lifts the box, which rises in an uneven fashion, tilting this way and that. "Hang on!" Tandaline moves the levers in front of her. The box starts picking up speed, rising faster, but also starts spinning of itself. Through the windows, the passengers can see the landscape moving around, then recede and you pick up even more speed.
You get jostled around occasionally, as Tandaline manipulates the lever in a tight grip, trying to stabalize the box. The landscape below flashes by at an amazing speed as the box spins this way and that way. After an hour, maybe more, Tandaline directs the box closer to the ground, where you can see a river and eventually a village. With a sudden lurch, the box spins towards a large hill, presumably your destination. The ground approaches fast. Too fast! With a final crash, you break through the trees and BANG! You get thrown around in one last time, some of you falling down from your bench. The box is not at rest, if leaning slightly to one side. Tandaline slowly lets go of the levers, taking a deep breath.
"Well, we are here." She stands shakily, "I think so, at least."