"Doin' me best," Darin replies.
A new ranger slips from the trees and onto the path, quickly approaching the citendent. They halt in front of you and speak in a hushed, rapid whisper. You cannot make out the conversation.
The citendent nods and dismisses the man, who slips back into the trees. He turns to you.
"The hell was that about?" you ask.
The ranger suppresses a smile. "You'll see, gov'nor." He gestures to Darin. "Good news fer you, though. We're ahead of schedule. Lanorlay's only half an hour away."
Darin sighs. "Oh, thank fuck."
The ranger looks over at you.
"You're almost home."
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