Ester watched for a few more seconds as the red-haired girl gesticulated and shouted as if the whole world were her stage. The soldier, already nearly melting from the effort, tried to lift the broken wheel, but couldn't even budge it.
Damon's silence beside her was more expressive than words.
"Let's ignore them," Ester said firmly, as if giving a final order. "People like that irritate me."
Damon arched an eyebrow, but nodded without resistance.
"I agree. The longer we stand still, the more likely she'll notice we're here... and start yelling at us." He gave a wry smile. "And I've killed more tolerable bandits than that little brat."
Ester didn't laugh. She just turned her face forward, pulling on the reins.
"Then let's go."
