"Aylith, what is it we're doing here again?" Duncan complained behind her, "My feet really do hurt, you know!" Because of that she honestly wanted to smack him with her daedal staff on his stubborn head.
How could a grown man be so snivelling? Even more so, after he led his whole life as son and apprentice of a weapon smith, so that he could handle most of the established weapons just fine and having had more wounds due to his life as journeyman and sometimes mercenary, than she would probably catch in her entire life.
"I already told you: I am looking for something" she murmured and looked at the highly jointed landscape surrounding them. And only the two of them, there was no one, nothing far and wide.
No wonder, because the lake at which shores they were standing, had many solute minerals in its water, that made it impossible for fish to live in it and would also vitriolize her skin, if she would have been stupid enough to stick her hand into the boiling hot water.
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