Moving on...

Artem just rolled his eyes in annoyance at her, but still helped her to get up on the horse. She might be an arrogant brat, but she had proved to be useful by paying for everything at the inn and before all the talking about different races she had been quite good company, he tried to remind himself, even though it was hard not to think of her words.

"Just say which way we have to go to get to that portal you were talking about" he said, just looking past her, ready to spur on the horse.

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