Fast Travel

Fast Travel

‘Fast travel for weary adventurers!’ read the sign. A scarfed and goggled rider leaned against it. Behind her, her mount gently rasped at a large shrub.

I stared. It wasn’t often you saw a snail of that size even in Mistembra.

‘Isn’t “fast travel” a bit disingenous?’ I asked.

She shrugged. ‘Buy a ride and find out.’

Curiosity got the better of me.

And as it turned out, a creature that was basically one giant foot could be pretty nippy if it was big enough.

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