And now Meryl the Mole was really offended.

“what do you mean by that???”

“You keep delaying us from getting to the DAMN DESTINATION! First, by letting that stupid horse of yours not entirely fueled up, leaving us to walk the entire extent of the Hills on feet, CONSEQUENTLY having us to sleep next to the margins of DOGGONE CURSED RIVER OF SKIA. WE WERE LUCKY NONE OF US SAW A DAMN GHOST.”

Max remained silent. It wouldn’t add anything valuable to the discussion to offer a small correction to that sentence.

“well, THAT “stupid horse”, as you call it, actually saved your ungrateful ASS from dying in the deeps of said cursed river! you’re welcome!”

“I’M GRATEFUL FOR YOU MERYL, I ALWAYS MAKE IT CLEAR WHEN I AM, BUT YOU SHALL START AKNOWLEDGE YOUR MISTAKES! WE COULD’VE ALREADY BE IN THE CASTLE HAD YOU NOT SENT ARTAX AWAY, BUT LOOK WHERE WE ARE! LOST IN THE DEEPS OF AN UNDERGROUND HELL MAZE. WHAT ARE YOUR EXCUSE FOR THIS??????”

“i…”

But Meryl didn’t have nothing to say.

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