Now
A sharp pain ran through A sharp pain ran through back of Hastiand’s head as it struck the stone wall.
“Ow,” he yelled. “Don’t you know how to drive that thing yet?”
An old man’s voice sounded incredulous as it said, “I am not a thing, bard.” The voice came from the brass spyglass in Satchel’s hand.
Hastiand groaned. “I got dirt on my new clothes, too. Why did I get volunteered for this job anyway?”
