25
Barin
Barin swings his leg over his horse’s back and lands with a soft thud. The inside of his legs are sore from riding, he is going to be walking bow-legged for the next few days.
Alois is worse. Months of sitting and occasionally pacing around his cell have left his legs weak, the muscles slowly disintegrating. He nearly falls when he dismounts, his legs giving out from underneath him. “Whoa,” Alois says pulling himself up with the horse’s saddle, “I need to get used to that again.”
Barin smiles and takes Alois’ horse from him so the other elf can go sit down. “I am sure we can do some riding to get used to it. Unless you would prefer to walk all over the city.” Alois doesn’t respond; he just hobbles over to sit on a bench in the middle of the yard outside the inn, where Nurzan h
