Fortunately for Kazuya, the father and son duo took the main route towards the village of Waise. Gazardiel did not want anything unexpected to hinder his plans and avoided the more direct yet dangerous route through the goblin forest.
"What's wrong, son?" Gazardiel controlled his horse and slowed down.
"We need to take a break and let the horses rest, father. They are workhorses and we have travelled almost non stop for two days now. They might die even before we get to the village you spoke of." Jorelle patted his horse and moved towards the side of the road.
The old man frowned. While he cared little for the horses' well-being, it was indeed true that their mounts were only able to hold on because his son was a cleric.
"I understand. Let's take a break then." He could only sigh as his son had already dismounted on the side.
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