Ever since we met that lady and her suit of armor, Pole and Scrubb have been unbearable. All they want now is to get to Harfang and nothing else matters. It's not much of a surprise to me that this is the case; it's just what you should expect when you take children on a trip. There's only so much they can handle before they get tired and whiny...especially when a stranger suggests that there is something infinitely better not too far away. It doesn't help that the going has gotten harder; the further North we go, the rockier and hillier it will become.
The Children have convinced me to stop at Harfang, and just to keep them from pestering me about it, I've consented. Wouldn't be surprised if it ends in disaster though. All this talk about warm beds and friendly giants will most likely end up as poppycock.Chances are we'll end up prisoners or dead and then no ruined city or lost prince for us. That'll be the end of it.
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