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They thought about swimming back across the river but heeded the warnings about carnivorous fish. Nathan didn’t want to become a self-replenishing snack for anything swimming in something called the Drakefish River if he could avoid it.
“Regretting your relationship with math?” Sarah punched her brother in the shoulder. “You mean lack of one. I doubt it. He wishes Math was a monster so he could kill it.”
Nathan almost continued, but he held himself back. I’ve made my point. Continuing will only dilute it.
I wish more people understood this principle.
The mood thawed over the next hour or so as they talked of other things, like Aarl complaining that Nathan had messed up the enchantment on his favorite greatsword. Nathan offering to break it the rest of the way didn’t help.
In retrospect, I should have known Kia wouldn’t have an issue with us being hunted by an archmage. She probably considers it good experience.
It reminded Nathan of parents dropping off their kids at college – though with a lot more danger of death.
The goats that Nathan saw from a distance weren’t normal goats. They were even more demonic.
They were composed entirely of sharp edges, and each looked like a ballet dancing robot built by somebody with a sword fetish.
