(Greyson)
I love horses. Riding them, not so much.
Yet, here I was on one, galloping through the muddy outskirts of Ze, trailing behind Saber fucking Cole's disappearing figure.
It forced me to take a look around.
Never really knew how poor Tilly's kingdom was until now. It gave another meaning to piss poor.
The First thing I noticed after Saber slowed down was the smell. It was stale beer, piss, and an ungodly amount of cheap perfume mixed with scent of decaying dead rat.
Dear God, Chase couldn't find a cleaner place to be in trouble, I just finished healing a gun shot wound. Don't you dare subject me to a venereal disease.
"Not now, Elma" I murmured and came down from the horse.
The tavern stood in front of us.
Saber swung down from his saddle, his face tight with a worry that was starting to annoy me.
I took a step closer to him, the mud sucking at my boots. It was official. This was the most disgusting place on earth.
"What are we doing in this shithole?" I asked.
