The final leg of the journey was a test of endurance unlike any William had faced. It wasn't the physical exertion that wore him down, but the relentless, nonsensical stream of conversation between Tina and Ary.
For over half an hour, the pair obsessed over the limestone path beneath their feet. They dissected its construction with the fervour of master architects, debating the specific depth of the foundation and the strategic placement of the spirit-repelling ores.
William found his patience thinning to a transparent thread. He had no interest in the geological composition of the ores, the exact mileage of the roadway, or the historical economic impact of this trade route on the surrounding clans.
To him, such details were either common knowledge or entirely useless data points that cluttered his mind.
What made the situation even more grating was that Ary clearly didn't actually know the technical specifics he was preaching.
