Lorkan speaks up

They run until their legs are aching and their chests heavy. Lorkan supports himself against a tree trunk, his broad chest slick with sweat once more.

Lavorra coughs, hands on her knees as she doubles over.

“Fuck me.” She gasps, straightening up and panting.

“Already did.” Lorkan groans, slapping a palm against the tree as he catches his breath.

She shoots him a withering look. “And don’t think that’s going to happen again.” She taps her shield as a warning.

“It’s not like I can stop you.” He mimics, affecting a soft, meek tone. Annoyingly he captures her lilting accent almost exactly.

She ignores him as best she can, stalking off ahead without waiting for him, and smirking as she hears him struggling to keep up.

Pacing Move [5] Advance a Plot

Lorkan explains what happened to the outlaws’ village

“I didn’t know that thing was inside the chest. None of us did.” After some time trekking through the trees - she thinks they are headed North again - he speaks up, his tone softer now.

“No, you just thought you were thieving a trunk full of gold.” She retorts, her breath and energy starting to return now.

“From a pack of demented cultists. If you hadn’t noticed the tattoos, and general sinister aura.” He snaps back. “We needed that gold to get shot of here. They owed us that much.”

They glare at each other as she turns about to face him. Then, slowly, her features soften. “You’d seen them before, hadn’t you? What happened to you lot?”