“Zanderrr are we theeere yet?” Bastion moaned and wailed.
“Almost.”
“I’m withering away Zander, withering away!”
“You can die of exhaustion when we get to Mordain.” Zander said from atop his horse. They’d finally left the dead forest and were now travelling through the countryside.
Bastion pouted, “You’re always so cruel to me, I really don’t know what I did to deserve this.”
“Shut up.”
“Even as kids you always made shovel the snow for old man Riker, if I didn’t-”
“I said shut up.”
“If I don’t know any better I’d say you-”
“SHUT UP! There’s someone down the road coming this way.”
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