Chapter 26
Flyta didn’t let us down, and we continued riding on him throughout the remainder of the day. We rode until the sun began to set and my backside felt so numb, I was unsure if I’d ever feel it again. We suddenly found ourselves at the edge of a jungle, amassed in green foliage, as if it came out from the sand and appeared from nowhere. I recalled what Jermain had told me when we were in the first jungle about the Assassin's being official protectors of the forests, as other villages would wreck them otherwise. Did the Assassin's own this one too? Dru, now at the front guiding with the reins, turned around and looked at me, warily. “I’m not so sure if we should go in there,” I responded to his look. “The Assassin’s Guild owns the forests and protects them by guarding.” “Going around coul
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