It’s Always Safer to Rent a Unicorn

Despite my reservations, we decide to head north. Felicia wants to rent a Travelers’ colorfully striped wagon, but I insist unicorns are a safer bet. They’re fierce, can run for hours, and strongly dislike Dragonriders.

Several hours along the road, we meet an eyewitness who saw Erd the day before. Rach’s grin turns feral, and I figure the goblins’ chances aren’t great if we catch up.

“So what’d you take, Maya?” Felicia asks. “From the commander.” She’s wielding a half-eaten carrot like a dagger, which my unicorn tries to steal.

“Nothing special.”

Vera snorts. “Maya stole his favorite shirt.”