Oct 30, 2017
“What land is that,” the knight asked. Sutton rolled her eyes.
“Seattle,” she said flatly.
Once again she saw no flicker of recognition on their faces. She wondered just how much they’d had to drink or if this was purely some intense, artistic dedication to their craft. Instead of calling them out on their oddity, she waved her hand in a gesture to move things along.
“Where are you trying to get to? Maybe I can give you simple directions.”
The blond perked up.
“We are trying to return to Andolasia,” he said. “How far are we by horse, do you know?”
