"I will get to it once we reach the crossroads."
That's the answer that the pathfinder gave me when I asked about my spear. Yet, just like usual when talking with him, I have no idea what the crossroads he mentioned were.
Yet, when I woke up the next morning, I could stop my excitement from rising. Whatever those crossroads were, we were about to reach our destination sometime soon; that's what the pathfinder said himself.
And since we were soon going to part ways, the crossroads were bound to be right across the corner... Or, to be more specific, right across the line of the horizon, that made me unable to see any crossroads at all.
"Wake up!" the pathfinder shouted over. Ever since I started hunting with him, he at least spared me the waking method of kicking me in the guts.
"I'm not sleeping," I replied in a clear voice, instantly standing up from the ground I laid down on.