“Well, maybe I’m no different, but neither are you. The question is, what do we do about it?”
Davamir was looking at Dru expectantly; not doubting, at least visibly, that she had some manner of plan.
"He is not wrong. I am not so different. I knew Furley would do something like this. This is the very reason I was not going to give him the note. So why did I...?"
She stood with a sigh and packed all of her remaining equipment. Davamir watched, having packed his own earlier.
When Dru finished, she bent down to carefully pick up Furley's bedroll and provisions. She strode toward her horse and paused, taking a deep breath to dim her weariness...for she was growing weary of her constant battling.
She turned to look back at Davamir with a grin, very much like her old self.
"He may have been right...It seems some of us may be intrinsically bound to that land." She paused and quirked an eyebrow. "Are you willing to ride with me to catch up with one final madman? Then we shall be off. No more setbacks."
As she spoke, she fastened Furley's gear to the back of her steed and mounted carefully.
They would need to ride hard, and perhaps they would never truly catch up to Furley. But they would not be too terribly far behind.
"This is in part my own fault. I cannot leave that reckless man to a demise I aided in building."
