Chapter 23
“Two days left, right? We’ve been out for a while.” He noted as I nodded. Despite our best efforts, having to skip Oakhenge meant we were running out of food. Aria didn’t help matters. I’d likely need to go hunting today if we were going to get any food before the long trek tomorrow.
“Well, now that we’ve figured that I can’t swing a sword to save my life, how about I do what I do best.” I grinned as I picked up my bow and wiping the snow off. Wielding a sword was one of those childhood dreams. They were beautiful weapons, and using one made me feel like a hero, dancing about and being heroic for all of ten seconds. After that it was tripping over my own legs and faceplanting.
It’s a tough sell when I can dent someone’s helmet in with an axe.