Frey frowned as Thomas rushed ahead. The young noble had spent a week training how to go up and down the side of the mountain, and he was eager to show it. He silently swung from branch to branch like a monkey while Frey lumbered behind with Elero on his back. "Slow down," Frey muttered as his companion lept out of sight.
"You should just hurry up," Thomas called back, making a vein bulge on Frey's forehead. The cold night air plunged into the scratches the giant had received from the passing branches, bringing with it a stinging pain that kept him awake at the late hour.
They met up at the bottom. Elero wiped the huge grin off Thomas's face with several curses and insults. She had suffered far more scratches as a result of being further up in the dense vegetation. "So where are we going?" Thomas asked, scanning the frozen swamp. Frey spat a leaf at him, stormed past, and waved for him to follow.