"We're here!"
The penguin arrived at the end of the corridor at a completely leisurely pace. Behind it, the cockatrices followed without a single complaint about the slow advance, stepping right in the penguin's footsteps. If there was anyone in the Halphas Legion with an issue right now, it was probably just Furcas, struggling to keep up at the penguin's side.
"Your Highness... aren't we going a little too slow?"
Even with the death horses in bad shape, Furcas could cover this distance at full sprint in no time. Moving at several times slower than that was nothing short of maddening for a Pale Rider. But the penguin had its own reasons.
"What? So what if we're slow? We couldn't exactly rush through here anyway, not with all the traps to check."
"As it turned out, there weren't any traps at all."
