Duraga slammed a fist on the control console, the Gray Dwarf's stubborn temper flaring.
"Rudolph, we came all this way together!"
Avril stood directly in front of the cabin door, the Elf's slender frame looking unusually resolute.
"If you insist on going alone, then I'll follow right behind you... whether you agree or not."
Even the ever-rational Bronson had uncharacteristically set down his notebook.
"From an academic standpoint, splitting up to explore an unknown environment is both inefficient and dangerous. Besides... we're companions, Roland."
Galvis said nothing, merely tightening the strings of his Lute in silence, his actions speaking for him.
In the end, Roland had to compromise.
He knew better than anyone that his stubborn partners would never let him face danger alone.
This loyalty, bordering on recklessness, was both a source of warmth and a heavy responsibility.
