"Oh, are we heading back already?" the ignorant source of the young man Luke's dilemma stood up, clumsily wearing her boots before approaching him.
Luke passed her more than half of the prey he had tied nicely together. "Carry this."
She compared what he was offering her and what was in his hand. "Why are you giving me the fat ones?"
"Weight to build muscles," he said in a no-nonsense tone.
Pursing her lips, she walked behind him once more to cross the river. "I don't need muscles—"
"Say that again when you can beat them up on your own."
Oriana rolled her eyes. 'What do you know? My one magic spell and I could have dealt with all of them. I am being generous to those scums.'
As they reached the entrance of the village, Oriana realized it was late in the afternoon. The sun would set in about an hour or so, which also reminded her of the nightmares. Her knife!
'Damn, how did I forget? I have to meet that brat in the tavern.'
