The shopkeeper chuckled again and came out from behind the counter, leading Zayn outside.
He pointed down a long, winding road that dipped through the hills. "That'll take you there. Just follow the road past the split rock and ignore the weird signs about goats."
Zayn raised an eyebrow. "Ignore the signs… got it. Unless they're magic goats. Then I'm fighting them."
The man patted his back. "Good luck, traveler."
Zayn made his way back to the stables, still chewing over the information.
Edgeville.
So they had lied to the guild to pay less, ended up taking a longer route, and now Zayn was chasing after them like an older brother who just wanted his siblings to check in more often.
He found Zayn-the-horse munching on some hay. "Alright, buddy. Found our next destination. You ready?"
The horse neighed softly, flicking its ears.
"I'll take that as a yes."
