>>5809427Zith-Zi brought with her only her tiny, elderly chimera-pet and a single pack, and the scimitar with which she had threatened your father. She threw the pack into your lap—an unexpected act that caused you to grunt in surprised exertion, and hip-checked out hard enough to send you skittering along the bench-seating where you now rode, and where the previous evening you had slept.
“Scoot your ass, wiz-kid!” she barked commandingly, a pint-sized, lime-hued drill-sergeant.
“What, you’re not bringing your own beast to ride?” Pearce asked, clearly unhappy to have one more body crowding into the cramped quarters.
She gave him a pointed look and said: “What, I’m not good enough to ride with you lot, even as I’m doing you this favour? You want me to not only leave my gobs and take some of their supplies, but also leave them down a camel?”
She looked at you, and gestured to Pearce, asking: “This one the dumb muscle or something? I thought even fat wizards were supposed to be smart or something?”
Pearce glared daggers at the goblin, who stuck her pinkie finger in her oversized, wide-pointed ear and dug around in a conspicuous display of ‘not noticing’. You sighed. It looked as if it would be a LONG trip back.
