Heela is beyond paranoid.
The platform lands within the woody edges of a snowy farm, with each step forward Heelas small shoulder blades move.
She swings her arms as she soldiers on in the cold.
"Where are we going Heela"?
I don't even hear the crunch of her boots on thin snow and patches of grass.
"Did you really lose him"?
When she doesn't answer, I sigh.
"Did you let him go..."?
The fog from my breath comes out slowly due to the affect of habitually lacing my breath with mana.
When she doesn't respond to me, and continues on towards the farm through the small dead trees around us, I rest in reason.
'I am probably being sold again'.
"Who am I being sold to this time"?
I 'tsk' at her silence, and keep up with her pace.
A three bedroom, one story, rounded house is in the distance.
