Crafting the spear

"So this is where we will split our ways," I muttered once we finally reached the doorstep of the shack. 

"That's right," the pathfinder nodded. "But from the looks of things, it will still take a while before..." 

He cut his words short, turning his head towards the side of the shack. 

"What are you doing here, so early?" he asked instead. 

"I had nothing better to do, so I came to pick the candidate up," a man appeared from beyond the corner of the shack with a smug smile on his lips. "You should be thanking me instead of sulking. Doesn't that mean you can get the fuck out sooner?" the man asked with a sneer before throwing a sizeable bag at the pathfinder's feet. 

From the metallic sound the bag gave out, it was likely the payment for the job of bringing me to this place. 

"Scram," the pathfinder barked before shaking his head and moving towards the shack.