The path leading up to the fortress was steep, much more so than Athgar was expecting. He stubbed his toe on a stone and let out a curse, "Gods sakes."
"Saint"s sake," Cyric corrected him quietly.
"Why can"t you people wear regular boots?" asked the Therengian. "It would be far more comfortable than these things." He looked down at his feet.
"They"re called sandals, Athgar," offered Cyric, "and we do wear boots when we"re in armour, but today we"re travelling as simple lay brothers."
"Still," the Therengian fumed, "it"s a poor choice of footwear."
"Oh, I don"t know," offered the knight, wiggling his toes, "it helps keep your feet cooler in the summer."
They drew closer to the barbican gate, and Athgar risked a glance over his shoulder, relieved to see Natalia still behind them.
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