Bastion kicked the dirt at his feet as he walked alongside Zander's horse.
"Are you sure I can't ride with you? There's room for two."
"Should've brought your own."
"I told you, bandits stole it! Poor thing, hope they're treating him well."
"Well tough luck." Said Zander, "I'm not sharing my seat with your smelly ass."
Bastion grabbed at his chest, "Your words wound me! I'll have you know I had a bath two days ago!"
Zander sniffed, "That sewer smell will stay with you till you die."
"It's not my fault my only friends were rats."
Zander scowled "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, so you do admit you're my friend?" Bastion chuckled.
"Fuck off."