Ahrie and Min tailed the carriage—slow, sneaky, stupidly suspicious.
Without the merchant noticing, they slid right in.
Smooth. Silent.
(Okay, not really silent. Min almost tripped on a barrel.)
They dropped their bags inside like it was their own damn ride.
Their eyes darted around.
Barrels. Pouches.
And then… there it was.
Their horse.
The slim bastard.
Sitting inside the carriage
The horse—turned its head, eyes wide.
Just when it was about to neigh.
Both of them lunged.
"Shhhhhhhh!"
Ahrie covered its mouth.
Min patted its face like a hostage negotiator.
The horse blinked, offended but silent.
Ahrie leaned close, whispering,
"Good. Stay quiet. We're getting revenge first…"
The horse just stared—
Wondering how it got involved in this nonsense in the first place.
"How much do you think that horse's worth, sir?"
The lone guard asked, tapping the reins.
The merchant smirked.
