Mari yawned, stretched herself and then groaned: Every tiny bone and muscle protested against her recent ride. A quick look to Zanor, who seemed to be alright - then a quick look to Elendirill.
"Guess, we'll have to wake him up, DQueene, hope he's in a better mood. Can you tell me, what's going on between the two of you?"
DQueene kept silent, Mari sighed, shrugged her shoulders and then went over to the huddled figure.
"Hey, Erendirill, you lazy-bones, come on, wake up - time to save the world, so stop sulking and pretending to sleep..." No stir. "Aw, come on, Elf, there are more important things going around than a feud between you and DQueene... Please, get up and be reasonable... I've got a map for you, I know where Feraila will probably be..." No stir, again. Mari felt impatience rise up and bent down to shake him...
