"Hey kid... what did you see in there"? Fior asks me while two riders move in pace with us.
"Some delicious shoo slugs".
"Psssh" a man in his late twenties began to laugh.
"Did you go into the tower, did you get any crystals"? Fior asks.
"I didn't, I nearly died on those stairs".
My words are met with a nod from the male rider and a 'tsk' from the other female rider.
As we move I feel better enough to crane my neck.
The moment I do, it feels like an axe has split my head open.
The sudden headache makes my muscles clench so tight that I spit blood.
"By the gods" Fior grips while a string of colorful curses comes out of her mouth.
As if punishing me she begins to ride faster, past the third and second wall and to the first where they slow down near the barracks.
They look like two barns glued together and line up against the wall creating a fully militarized eco-system.
