Sindri said. “Bramble Street is just around the corner.” “That’s what you said about the last corner we came to,” Catriona said. The kender was unruffled by the warrior’s comment. “Well, this time it is.” Catriona shook her head. “I should have known better than to take my eyes off you for so much as an instant. If I’d been watching you more closely, you wouldn’t have gotten mixed up with that minotaur.” “It was just a simple misunderstanding,” Sindri said. “Luckily, my magic was able to get us out of trouble.” Nearra was glad that Sindri and Catriona had decided to come along with them to make sure they reached the healer safely. Walking with the two of them—and with Davyn—felt right somehow, as if the four were meant to be together. Davyn had persuaded Sindri to leave the minotaur’s money pouch behind when they’d left the unconscious creature. Well, left was too mild a word. Fled before the man-bull could wake up and come after them was more accurate.
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