Two days into the canyon trek and morale remained dangerously high.
Sure, they'd nearly gotten eaten by a sandstone mimic that disguised itself as a erotic statue, and yes, Sera had to fight off a swarm of singing scorpions using only a Libido potion and Zora's thigh bone, borrowed, not stolen.
But all in all, the team was in fine spirits.
"Where exactly are you even going?" Raikya asked, her voice flat as her frostmane hound, Frostlick, clomped beside the others.
She was riding side-saddle, a massive dark furred cloak draped over one shoulder, her sharp, blue eyes scanning the arid horizon. The others trudged or danced along beside her, depending on how Pip was feeling.
"To the Dwarven Kingdom," Vuvi said, stretching her arms overhead with a groan. "Mount Karnagg. Big beards. Big hammers. Big problems."
Raikya frowned. "Why?"
Veena didn't look up from her journal as she answered, "Did you not hear what Pip and the girls were up to last night?"
