“I had imagined,” she said, “that a walk would involve more walking.” “Hm,” he said. “Yes. We’ll be getting right to that soon. It’ll be grand. Lots of prancing, sauntering, and, er …” “Promenading?” Yis the leatherworker offered. “Isn’t that a type of drink?” Adolin asked. “Er, no, Brightlord. I’m fairly certain it’s another word for walking.” “Well, then,” Adolin said. “We’ll do plenty of it too. Promenading. I always love a good promenading.”
