It was better that way, Ven felt. He wasn’t up for discussing Kayn’s lack of manners with him, or the fact that it was Kayn’s fault they had been kicked out. What he did want to ask about was what relationship Cor had with Pulma. What had his city done to warrant so much resentment? Heading north, they walked across the rolling hills, stopping to eat their meals on the soft grass. The beauty of the area alone was making the journey much easier. The fields and hills were dotted with clusters of cottages surrounded by short brick fences. Thin streams flowed in between the scattered residences, and were lined with small white flowers. There was a grandness to the blue sky that was magnified by their surroundings. It was immense and vast, and Ven felt dizzy if he stared at the sky for too long. While still afraid that Kayn would hold true to his promise and find some way to maim him, Ven slept better every night. His fighting skill was still pathetic, but it was better than knowing nothing at all.
