“You don’t seem too interested in small talk, so I’ll cut to the chase,” I said bluntly. Garrek turned his head towards me, his frown deepening. “Who are you going to chase?” he asked, his eyes going to my legs then back to my face. “Can you ride?” “No. I just mean, I’m not going to beat around the bush anymore.” “Is this… after the chase? You chase and beat a bush?”
