บท 251: Only Superstition

Spade came back after a few hour-long minutes.

By the time he swiped some imaginary dirt off his coat and opened his mouth, Serenica wanted to tear her skin off due to a heavy layer of sweat covering her every part. Just existing this far up north was enough, but being afraid and tired made the heat unbearable.

"We need to – are you even listening to me, doc?"

"I am," Serenica said with a mighty jaw. "Should we make a camp somewhere near or something?"

"That was what I just said." The king-captain sighed. "It's late, and I think I managed to distract the person following us. We're not finding anything after dark, not even a man-sized pile of wild hog manure. We need to take a turn left. There, we will have cover."