Finn felt like Pagol, the jerk driver, was messing with them. Well, kind of.
At the very least, he had done this often enough that he would know if he was taking too long to arrive at the destination.
Anyway, he shooed them away. If they were a bit slow in standing up, Pagol's blade was ready to poke them.
"Good luck, fellas! You're on your own!" Jerk-driver yelled, waving his arms to them with a wide grin on his face.
"Tsk."
The three of them stood awkwardly for a while before they sighed. "Shall we?" he asked, heading to where Pagol disappeared to.
Unexpectedly, Remus shook his head. "That is the wrong direction."
This made the other two stare at him, confused. "Pagol headed here, and we came from this direction," he said, just in case he was in a daze and didn't see.
"Yes, but he made several turns."
"What?"
"He changed angles many times, mostly in subtle movements," he said. "They did this every time."
Damn
