"That's my business," Tatehan said flatly. With the armor, he seemed to be a completely new person. His replies were blunt, though he meant no harm.
"Right, right. Mysterious armored guy with secrets. Got it." She smirked. "Well, if we're both heading the same way, I guess it's settled. We team up, share a bike, get to Waython Hollow, and then you do whatever secretive thing you're doing with Red Crest."
"Fine."
Tatehan smiled slightly inside the helmet. Great... she had a sense of humor.
"Great!" Riven clapped her hands together. "Now we just need to find a bike that actually works."
Tatehan looked around at the four motorcycles scattered across the valley. "They all look pretty damaged."
"They are," Riven confirmed, walking toward the nearest one. "But not all of them are completely dead. Some just need the right core and they'll run."
