“No. We only spent about a day on his trail. The rest of the time has been spent finding you.”
“Really?” said Andrew, a playfully malicious grin stealing onto his face.
“Well, I figured I couldn’t let four highborn youths bumble around on the mountain by themselves,” said Erro, mirroring Andrew’s expression. “Sounds like a disaster in the making to me. Guess it turns out I was right.”
“You were a bit late,” said Andrew. “I thought your tracking skills were insurmountable?”
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