[ The night passes uneventfully, and Solas rises early to break down camp and feed and water the horses. Breakfast is merely trail rations -- bread and jerky -- and when the sun is high enough in the sky to provide ample light, they return to their journey.
The pace Solas sets is just as swift and relentless as the previous day, taking breaks as necessary. He understands the detective's urgency, after all. What's more, while the wizard may be exhausted and sore from yesterday's ride, Solas has the feeling that Jacob wouldn't appreciate if he slackened their pace in deference to his condition.
They make good time, reaching the Emerald Graves not too long after the sun crests in the sky. Only then does Solas slow his horse to a trot. ]
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The pace Solas sets is just as swift and relentless as the previous day, taking breaks as necessary. He understands the detective's urgency, after all. What's more, while the wizard may be exhausted and sore from yesterday's ride, Solas has the feeling that Jacob wouldn't appreciate if he slackened their pace in deference to his condition.
They make good time, reaching the Emerald Graves not too long after the sun crests in the sky. Only then does Solas slow his horse to a trot. ]
How are you faring, Detective?