FLAUROS GOES BACK TO sleep and the rest of us stay silent as the carriage moves.
"Why couldn't we just teleport to a spot and continue from there?". I ask.
"We could have but who knows what we could have teleported into. It's extreme dark magic that's working here, we have to tread carefully to avoid surprises". Aamon replies and I nod. Makes sense.
Daemon lets out a groan, his palm held firmly against his forehead.
"What's wrong Daemon? You've been acting weird since you we got on the move".
"It's nothing. I'm fine".
"You don't look fine to me", Aamon adds and I nod.
"He's right. You look terrible". Daemon looks like he's two seconds away from passing out. He looks groggy. His face is drawn and his eyes look drowsy.
"Thanks for pointing that out", he drawls and slumps into my la
