"So, we will walk, huh."
"For six hundred kilometers in a straight line."
Luke and I exchanged horrified looks. Meanwhile, the old man before us just smiled.
"But you'll reach the capital."
"Maybe next year," I murmured in disappointment.
"But you will get there."
I heard Luke mutter something about how ironic it was that this happened just after we were feeling so inspired. When I was about ready to throw in the towel and give up on everything, Luke grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the humble villager we'd been talking to just a moment ago.
"It can't really be six hundred kilometers."
"You're right, but even so, it's a long way. So long that even the poor villager seems confused."
We fell silent, standing there for what felt like an eternity, until the villager positioned himself between us again. He crouched down as if inspecting something on the ground, causing Luke and me to exchange puzzled looks. What was he doing now?
"Pretend to do something," he whispered.
