บท 117: Questions with no answers

"That's a good question," the pathfinder smiled as he threw all the spoils of the hunt to his storage ring. He then whipped out a herbal notion and threw it towards me. "Use it on your ears," he ordered before picking up the pace. 

Just as expected, he judged that we didn't really have the time for me to carefully apply it while standing. Or maybe he just wanted to hurry up and get moving again? 

'With how talkative he is, I guess there is no point even asking,' I thought with a small sneer. 

This was our fourth day on the road, past the time of crossing the barrier. The third full day during which I took an active part in the hunting process, although the very first day when I actually contributed. 

'I wonder how long does he need to make me a real spear?' I pondered as I followed the trail left by the pathfinder steps.