They didn’t stop running until they hit the main road, their stride slowing once they were lost in the bustling crowd.
Adelynn had hastily shoved the small weapons she’d taken into her new rucksack, which was nearly bursting with all the supplies she’d purchased that afternoon. She did not speak to Neba, did not even turn to make sure she was following close behind. She didn’t need to. Heat was rolling off of the Firewalker in thick waves that continued to crash into Adelynn’s back.
They moved in silence, Neba pulling her hood up over her face and wrapping her damp cloak around her as the heat from her body continued to dry it. People stumbled into them, many of them drunk, as they followed the main street through the city.
It wasn’t until they’d reached the city ou...
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