The wagon slowly made its way around the mountain, weighed down by the two trolls in the back. I kept a tight hold on the reigns, not wanting the golem horses to stray off the track. But the little old lady kept tugging on my coat.
"What?" I finally snapped at her.
"We need to hurry up, my foot is burning."
I grunted in annoyance.
"There's a potion in the aid kit."
She shook her head and then showed me her stump.
"My foot is at our destination."
We arrived too late to really help much, but her foot survived.
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