Lonán sighed, figuring the question would get turned around.
”I’m not going to lie Miss Dezantro. Unless you know the best route, I’m afraid within a fortnight is almost hard to do.” He said.
”When I remember working at a trade caravan hearing of some roads that couriers often take, if by themselves on horseback, that could potentially cut that time in half.”He recalled this from his two year experience working at a trade caravan that was his best paid job yet.
”Actually, if I remember right, one of my previous employers operates one of the stops of the trade caravan I provided escort for in the Capital of Cre’est. If there’s anyone to ask it’s Him.” Lonán explained,
”What I’m suggesting is, if it’s that important, we can try to visit my old Employer and see if he can help point out a faster route, that’ll give you time also to at least take a breather from traveling on the road, see some civilization for a day or two, and if it works out, it works out. If it doesn’t.. Ye have the right to yell me ear off.” the last sentence he actually recalled his Grandfather saying it to both his grandmother and mother. Usually when he was trying to experiment with a new look for a new sword, or a shield concept. When he worked with him to make his crossbow, he recalled the Old Wolf saying;
”If this doesn’t work, Yer mother has the right to yell my ear off if you shoot your eye out.” Lonán Mentally chuckled at the memory. He made the shot, but scared up hornets. For this, Mother didn’t yell at him. She sent
Venom the Fourth on The Old Wolf’s poor self.