Reunion
The Blackthorn mansion quickly came into our sights. I found it funny how the original Wrathclaw leaders before Blackjack came and severed some heads, thought their valley would remain hidden.
It wasn't even an hour away based on our leisurely jogging speed - which we were forced to travel at because Plump Fox seemed to be allergic to putting points into her Agility stat. No wonder she needed a Cedric-type muscle to act as her bodyguard. To be fair, her heavy investment into Magic spoke volumes in its favor, so I couldn't call her dumb. It was just a decision not to be a self-reliant mage but a glass-canon that could materialize some insanely destructive spells.
"Stop! This is the private property of the Blackthorn family!" Two guards shouted one after the other as we waltzed up to the main gate.
"How important are your lives in comparison to the loyalty you hold for your lords?" I asked.