Half a day later, Roldan, Faeranduhl, and Sally arrived at the cavern.
Roldan had never made groans in his life since he had been with Faeranduhl.
"Seriously, Faeranduhl," Roldan started to his knees. He had climbed the mouth of the cavern but he never would have thought it to be this tough. Like the inside was void even of air that influences even his breathing. The area around the cavern was thick with mana or whatever was left in the air. "Who named their ride Sally?"
"Oh, Roldan," Faeranduhl mimicked Roldan's voice as though pissed. "If you could just tell me who Sally is?"
"Maker's tongue, Faeranduhl," Roldan rested against the wall of the cavern. It was cold to touch, yet warm to sense. "Sally was a song back in the days. Days when your mama caught you peeking those damn cousins of yours? Not like you do that in your tribe. But please, just no. That's why Sally is watching your curious eyes. Besides, is that stag even a lady?"
