Osmund's POV. Somewhere between Stratus and the New Soul Sanctum.
"Madoc," Osmund called out in a somewhat serious tone. He and the taller Anaelle were out in the woods, casually hunting for an animal that would serve as their dinner tonight.
Both of them knew it was totally unnecessary, though, but it had been an order from the Lord Errant, so they duly complied.
"What do you think the Lord Errant's motive for stopping is? We were making such good time. Right now we're more than halfway to the Soul Sanctum according to Sue," Osmund continued when he received no immediate response. "You and I both know that stopping to rest and eat serves no purpose to any of us. We are Anaelle and our soul density is high enough to sustain our bodies for weeks without a single morsel of food or an hour of sleep. The Lord Errant is even more capable than we are. So why the delay?"
