We didn't move from our campsite the whole day. I kept practicing, even surprising Sebastian by denying lunch time to practice. I was no professional, but I knew I wasn't a hopeless case either.
"We'll set out towards east tomorrow morning," Sebastian tells me, tracing one of the smaller lines on the map. "If everything goes well, we can finish this hunt in little more than four weeks."
I nod, feeling hope and excitement and adrenaline mix together. Finally, I think we might be getting somewhere.
"Don't get so excited," Sebastian says, noticing my expression. "We'll have to keep our guard up all the time."
"Oh no worries," I wave my hand dismissively. "Living life on the edge is what I've always wanted."
"After this is over, I think you should see a doctor."
I give him a look and huf
