The Quest
The warrior stares at you for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly. "You cannot ride?" he repeats, disbelief clear in his tone.
You bristle slightly at his words. Does he doubt you? You would not lie about something like this! "No, I cannot," you reply in an uncharacteristically sharp tone.
Aril shakes his head slightly. "Of course," he mumbles, barely loud enough for you to hear. "You believe that you have been raised in the temple."
-Why does he say that I believe it?- you wonder. -I *was* raised in the temple. I can clearly remember being brought here when I was a little girl.-
Shivering slightly, you glance over your shoulder at the archway. But your thoughts are interrupted with Aril's next words:
"If you like, you may ride on the horse in front of me for a short way."
What do you do?
You bristle slightly at his words. Does he doubt you? You would not lie about something like this! "No, I cannot," you reply in an uncharacteristically sharp tone.
Aril shakes his head slightly. "Of course," he mumbles, barely loud enough for you to hear. "You believe that you have been raised in the temple."
-Why does he say that I believe it?- you wonder. -I *was* raised in the temple. I can clearly remember being brought here when I was a little girl.-
Shivering slightly, you glance over your shoulder at the archway. But your thoughts are interrupted with Aril's next words:
"If you like, you may ride on the horse in front of me for a short way."
What do you do?