Chapter 522
The forest was so steeped in darkness that not even the chirp of insects carried through.
Clip-clop— Clip-clop—
The quiet wasn’t just in the woods—it clung to the group making their way down a narrow path. Not only Ian, who was naturally taciturn, but Thesaya hadn’t spoken a word.
You both should probably dismount."
The one to break the long silence was the beastfolk walking beside Thesaya’s horse, striped fur glinting faintly under the dim light.
They were the group’s new guide, Idris.
"Why, Spotty?" Thesaya asked, readily pulling the reins to a stop. Her face, as she looked back at Idris, had already regained its usual composure.
"We must enter the forest from here," Idris replied, looking at her and Ian in turn.
Thesaya slid smoothly down from her saddle, narrowing her eyes. "And if we do that, we’re not walking into an ambush full of your friends, right?"
"If we follow the path as it is, that’s what will happen. I have no intention of leading you into a trap. I am not such a cowardly—"
"Kidding. Relax. You’re fun to tease, Spotty. So easy to rile up," Thesaya cut Idris off and tossed the reins to him with a mischievous smile on her lips.
"I fail to see the humor," Idris said, his brow furrowing slightly. He turned to Ian, who was dismounting after her, and reached out his hand.