“Interesting, I never considered that Lodestones might have value outside of magic use,” Garr said when Hilana explained herself. He assumed that the value couldn’t be all that much and he doubted he should care about the small value such a stone could fetch when he was used to dealing with slaves which were usually worth thousands each. It was amusing to Garr how the common folk bothered to make money in odd ways. Or perhaps the stones were worth a lot and he was simply naive.
Garr wished he had heeded Hilana’s warning as he sat upon the camel. Overstepping was not something that he ever did in school so when it did happen he was always worse for wear. “Thank you for the… for the steps,” he said with his eyes closed. He peeked one eye open and slowly reached for the waterskin and food that was offered to him and drank his fill. He was perhaps too selfish with the amount he ate and drank but he was too exhausted to care. He tucked what he couldn’t finish between his legs so they wouldn’t fall off then he drifted to sleep.
Garr would have very much liked to help Hilana kill the last few shadow creatures that she needed, but he was simply too unpolished when it came to combat. Whenever he did wake, he would take this experience as a wakeup call that he needed to improve. Unless woken by other means, Garr would sleep all the way up until they reached the city, after which he would thank Hilana and say, “sorry about earlier and thank you so much for caring for me while I slept. I owe you one… Don’t hesitate to reach out if there’s something I can do for you.” He’d walk the rest of the way home, finding that his energy had come back to him.
