Chapitre 118: Sabina's Test

… Rizz waited… His foot was tapping.

He itched the dry, green paste covering his wound from the Valley Lion. That was the remains of some mending greens Rizz had gotten from Barka. 

Rizz looked at the darkening sky overhead, sighing, "Hurry up, Sabina! The day's already gone.

"Hey! Stop shouting already!" 

That feminine voice cried from the distance, behind trees and some of the rarer, thicker bushes. "I didn't shout at you when you needed a break to relieve yourself…"

Shrugging, Rizz stretched his empty shoulders. He patted the two belt pouches fastened just behind his side daggers. Then, Rizz rubbed the third daggered equipped to the back of his belt. 

"I finally get to run without a pack holding me down, and you couldn't wait till we reached the campsite?" Rizz loudly laughed.