'Thanks for the aid.
Is it bad? The wound, I mean.'
'Seen worse', she
lied. Her life was, up to this point, void of any kind of wound inspecting,
other than burns and tiny cuts. 'But you need a professional to have it looked
at, I can't really do anything else.'
'Well, I figured that
much. How far away is the city, anyways?'
'Still a couple of
hours, I'm afraid. We should see it come dawn.'
'It's still quite a
bit, then.'
'And what did you
expect?', She turned the horse around and climbed onto the saddle. 'People
don't build settlements within a stone's throw from each other.'
'At least they build
roads between them.'
'At least, yes.'
If it wasn't for the
trail of packed dirt cutting through the forest, they would have lost their way
right after they entered it, and probably walked into their demise. With it,
they could continue their journey relatively safely, while also being reassured
that they were making progress.
'Still, we shouldn't
slack behind', Shirral said. 'Let's keep going.'
She forced the horse
to continue along the way, back into the shadowy forest and towards their
destination.
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