"The unicorn's body was found on the s-shore but the Regina.... Lady Serafina wasn't t-there. It's b-been rotting there for a w-week. No one k-knows what to do to g-get rid of it. Some of the p-priests set up scrolls to p-purify it and stop it from c-changing but its not working. P-Please, Lady M-Melgrove, f-forgive me for my slight."
Though Benedict nodded along to the information, Alashe was much less forgiving. Her anger colored her reaction and though she may have been right about finding the information from other people she was acting like a total hard ass (he liked that insult) over it. They needed to focus on the rotting-carcass-turned-possible-Kelpie.
"You are more soft-hearted than I imagined a cerberus rider."
The lady is right.
You should have killed him.
Kill him now!
Chase him down.
Chase him down.
Chase. Him. Down.
Benedict pressed his lips together and followed after her, narrowing his eyes at his monster. They managed to project their pent up frustration on him as he felt the urge to kill course through his body. They wanted a new plaything, a toy they would kill in due time.
But that's not until tomorrow, he thought darkly as they entered the inn.
The next morning the two riders were shore-bound with their animals in tow and hopefully Dae not far behind. He assumed that the siren-rider would have the advantage swimming from his position. Plus mermaids were usually friends with fish right?
"Alashe do we have the faery wood?"