Vol looked to Penelope. "I suppose I wouldn't mind the slightest bit of revenge…" she said, considering it with a tilt of her head.
Soon enough, they'd left Snowcore's keep behind. The guards that stood watch over it showed no signs of moving to assist them even as they left, confirming that their employer's pettiness act was one that he was determined to stick to.
The only thing they really had to be thankful for, out of the entire quest, was the short walking distances that they needed to cover at all points of their journey. The keep of Ser Thornhand was visible as soon as they cleared the small hill in the road.
"We're just going to be murdering a nobleman like this, right?" Silverfish said. "Doesn't that seem a bit pissin' strange to you? If we did it because we felt like it, then we'd be the one getting hung."
