A/N: Sorry about the short sections, but I find that reviews are better if I post them like this. Enjoy this next installment.
The horse reared up on it's hind legs, almost throwing its rider off. In its immediate path, a narrow river playfully teased it, daring it to pass. Mintrow ignored his stallion's protests, and nudged him past the edge of the bank into the cool water. The stallion was a pure white. He threw his head disgustedly, as a single ripple flowed through the clear blue river towards the opposite bank. The water was shallow, with several green weeds visible beneath its surface.
“Your horse is a little strange,” a voice from behind him said. “It's willing to fly in the front ranks of any battle, but when it comes to getting wet, your horse would rather take a bullet.” Startled, Mintrow looked around.
“Nareen,” he greeted her. “You had me worried for a second there.”
“Why don't we switch horses while we cross the river,” she said. “Nervous horses always prefer the feminine touch.”
“I doubt it's the feminine touch when it comes to Krial,” said Mintrow. “You're the only female he allows within his ten foot radius without going ballistic.” Despite this fact, Mintrow dismounted his horse with a single leap, holding out the worn reigns to Nareen. “So, what brings you to this part of the world? You very rarely venture past the confines of Hyvria.”
“Damn you, Mintrow. You've always been one of those to get straight to the point. I'd hoped you'd at least wait until after lunch before you asked that question.” Nareen's look suggested she carried bad tidings. She always tried to lighten the burden of a load. Especially if it was serious. She paused as she mounted Krial. Mintrow didn't have the patience for these attempts at preparing him for the worst.
“Nareen, just tell me,” he said.
“Okay, Mintrow,” she said. Her face carried a more serious look now. “Look, I didn't want to be the one to have to tell you, but it's gone. Someone stole the key.”
“Oh.” Mintrow's voice dropped dangerously low. “I wonder who it was,” he said menacingly.
“Look, Mintrow, calm down,” said Nareen. “Besides, you don't really know that it was him. You're just going on a hunch. Before you do anything, you need concrete proof.”
“Nareen, both you and I know that he stole it,” said Mintrow, “Okay, maybe he didn't steal it. But it was either him or one of his cronies. Have you at least sent someone to notify Joriah? He might be our only ally in the black market. He might be able to intercept it if Galdiff hasn't gotten his hands on it already.”
“We sent a courier to him at the same time as I was sent to bring the news to you.”
“Maybe you should have waited until after lunch,” said Mintrow dryly. “Now that you've told me the news, I doubt you'll be getting any.”
“I expected nothing less,” said Nareen. She brought Krial over to her own brown horse, and tugged at the saddle bag beneath Mintrow. She produced two packets of dried meat, and handed one of them to Mintrow, “We'll need to leave now, if we are to reach the South dock before dusk.”
“Thanks for packing the necessary provisions. It does save us a little time, but if you plan on returning to Hyvria, you'll have to go alone. I need to get to Kavaria as fast as possible. Joriah will have to wait. I need to be somewhere a little more important.”
“Who's on Kavaria?” Nareen asked.
“Let's just say, it's going to be Galdiff's first port as soon as he gets his hand on the key, if he isn't there already.”
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