Debacle
Writer of Words, Maker of Things
"Splendid," said Coal flatly in response. "Let's get going."
It was strange being without magic. Ordinarily he could just Shift from one place to another. Having no option but to slog along on foot left him feeling grouchy. "Walking is so slow," he complained after a few minutes. They'd made it to the cluster of little homes, but they were all dark and quiet, their inhabitants asleep. "We need a horse, otherwise it's going to take us ages to get to the city."
Unfortunately, he didn't exactly have any money on him. The only thing he had of any worth was his dagger, the hilt gold and jeweled, but that was a relic Coal was loathe to part with.
"I think we ought to steal one."
It was strange being without magic. Ordinarily he could just Shift from one place to another. Having no option but to slog along on foot left him feeling grouchy. "Walking is so slow," he complained after a few minutes. They'd made it to the cluster of little homes, but they were all dark and quiet, their inhabitants asleep. "We need a horse, otherwise it's going to take us ages to get to the city."
Unfortunately, he didn't exactly have any money on him. The only thing he had of any worth was his dagger, the hilt gold and jeweled, but that was a relic Coal was loathe to part with.
"I think we ought to steal one."