"I used to be chased by ladies. You might not know this, but I was popular. Everyone loved me, but the ones who loved me the most were the ladies."
Ric was sure he remembered his master saying that while wearing a smug expression.
"In fact, there was nothing glorious about it. No, it was terrifying. Never hope to be chased by a woman through a forest, Ric. They are like beasts—savage creatures. One time, a princess chased me. She's still chasing me, actually. I didn't even do much. I only borrowed her tent for... forever."
"Ah, Ric, I am cursed to be chased by ladies. One time, I was even hunted by elven assassins. Of course, I won."
Back then, if Ric had known what was coming, he would have paid more attention to his master's bragging. Maybe hidden among those absurd stories was the solution to his current predicament.
He glanced over his shoulder, sweat dripping down his forehead as his heart hammered in his chest.
Not from fear.
He was excited.
