Reeves carried a bundle of forage and threw it into the stable, the large white mammal that came with them sluggishly munched on it and he watched, his brows furrowed.
A few moments later, soft footsteps approached him from behind. Without looking back Reeves grunted:
"Don't try to convince me. I'm not going…"
"Alright!" Nata exclaimed and turned back, tiptoeing away.
Turning his head, he raised a brow.
"Seriously? That's your best shot at trying to convince me?"
She stopped and shrugged as she turned around.
"You know pal, I'm not that great at persuasion. Hans and Oatmilk forced this role on me" She chuckled.
Reeves looked down for a moment and turned to the eating beast.
She observed him silently and did not speak until after a couple of minutes.
Standing beside him with her hand resting on the hilt of what looked like a rapier, her soft voice rolled out:
