Raffy sighed and picked up her dagger from the table, sheathing it in her armor. She stood up, the chair screeching against the ground, and started towards the door. Raffy didn’t even spare a glance when she passed by the boy, but her hand patted him on the head – it may be construed as a sympathetic gesture, but it was purely condescending on Raffy’s part. She strode through the door and cursed under her breath when she realized that Mediocre hadn’t left…matter-of-fact, he was in the exact same spot she had left him in.

“Damnit.” She swore, grabbing the mane of the horse and swinging herself onto him. Raffy hadn’t had the hindsight to steal a saddle when she stole the horse many leagues back.

“Well, are we to be going?” Raffy asked sarcastically when she noticed nobody else had moved. “Why did I get put with ye fellows? Gods above, aid me.”