Chapter 12
AliceThey stopped for fuel at a trading post. No longer in the mountains, the trading post was on an open plain. Patchwork buildings clustered around an airfield. As far as Alice could tell, the main attraction was the wind. A cold wind slapped her in the face, watering her eyes, and slicing through her clothes.
“Refuel. Alice requires supplies, and I require a meal,” Faris said to Perrigaul.
“I don’t need anything,” she said.
“False. Humans are intolerant of the cold. You require proper outfitting.”
Well, true. “If you don’t mind spending the money.”
“What else is there to spend it on?” His tone implied that it wasn’t a question, but she knew the answer anyhow. Perrigaul had droned on for ages about all the things he could not do or purchase because Faris “needed to rescu
