@ElderGod-Carrots
Eurion was quick to tuck all his weapons back into their respective places, almost breathing a sigh of relief at the added weight. He made sure they were all accounted for and kept the extra from Sláine tucked into the make shift belt wrapped around his middle. Not exactly the best placement, and it would take a while to get used to the new feeling and weight of the knife, but if he was uncomfortable it didn’t show.
When Sláine addressed him, he looked up from where he was crouched and tucking one of his final daggers into the inside of his boot, “Horses will only take us so far, so, unless you’re fond of the things then I wouldn’t bother.”
The terrain into the Fae lands was a journey that even Eurion didn’t like, and only ever made if he had to. He applauded the Fae for the meticulous design and decision to settle in one of the hardest places to get to, but getting in and out was a pain in the ass, even for him. As a child he wouldn’t have even dared ventured further than the forests surrounding the main settlement. The trees as tall as Gods that canopied across the city were gorgeous, and voided the prefect cover for a hide away, but housed far too many beasts for his liking. The added rocky and touch terrain didn’t help.
They’d been a time where in his early days of leaving and returning to the city he had taken a horse on a return trip, but ended up having to let the beast free and walking the rest of the way. The trip was hard enough on foot, adding a horse into the mix meant slowing down, finding alternate roots that weren’t difficult to cross, and there weren’t many, if any, of those into his homelands. Secluded bastards the Fae were. Eurion knew that the princes and the guard were talented, he could tell, but even he doubted how quickly they would be able to cross the terrain considering he didn’t even like it.