"...Where are we?" He asked.
Vandread answered, "Elsia."
"I thought Elsia was a city," he replied.
"It is. We're in its outskirts right now," Vandread clarified.
Though he got an answer, the bountiful fog still made him uneasy as he sat back down across from the man.
"Have we been moving the entire time?" He asked.
"Yeah," Vandread responded without looking up.
"...How? Isn't that horse tired at all?"
Vandread finished sharpening his knife, tucking it back into its sheath as he looked up, "Don't worry about Wexlo. He can go for another few days straight, if needed."
"Wexlo"? Guess that's the name of the horse…I already suspected it was something out of the ordinary as it's just one horse pulling us along, but it must be pretty special, he thought.
