The sun rose, its light spilling over the rocky plains. The cart continued its steady, jolting journey north. Luthra had been driving all night, his body running on fumes.
[Warning: Host's stamina is at a critical low. Continued operation without rest will result in decreased cognitive function and combat effectiveness.]
'Shut up, I know.'
"Hey, Luthra. You look like a zombie."
Rebecca was chewing on a piece of dried meat, her expression unusually serious.
"Are you going to fall over? If you fall over, I can't drive this thing."
"I'm fine."
"No, you're not. Your face is all pale. You should sleep."
'This kid is surprisingly observant when she's not being annoying.'
He pulled on the reins, and the horses slowed to a stop. The cart creaked as it settled.
"Alright. I'm going to sleep."
He jumped down from the driver's seat. He pointed to the back of the cart, where the five bounty hunters were still tied up and unconscious.
