/// THE CART ///
"Why the hold up?" The merchant strained his face and asked.
"One of them is the shortest way to the town, while the other is the longer one. Which one would you like to know?" Caige offered.
"Of course, the shortest one."
"Then the shorter one it is." Caige said as she was about to point out the direction to the coachman, but she was then caught hold by an unexpected hand.
The hand belonged to the girl she had rescued back then, as Caige looked back in a hurry. She appeared to be someone a year or two younger than her. A human and the other an elf.
"Would you mind telling us, about the specifics of the direction you are about to point at?" Alicia asked in an irresistible sweet voice. Innocence leaking from her facial expression, the kind who might had never seen the brutality of the outside world.
