Honestly, Darius sorta saw that coming. Noble types like this sword-wielding knight girl weren’t exactly the most open-minded bunch in fantasy novels, and as she went on to completely miss the point, the freckled youth could only shrug. Hadn’t it been made clear? They totally could find the nearest village. The message was totally clear: just walk down the path and you’ll come across a village, town, city, or whatever! But really, all he wanted was to make his latest buddy feel at ease with walking through unknown territory.

The Speedy Gonzales maid, at least, gave something worth thinking about. ‘Relfan Town is just ahead’. Charming, so they were all heading the same direction regardless. No doubt, with her superhuman legs and their fancy-smancy carriage, this master-and-servant pair had no real reason to stop on the side of the road to assist a bunch of otherworldly peasants, eh? It was honestly a missed opportunity on their part, but hey, Darius totally understood it. In medieval times, everyone was an asshole to everyone else, and even fantasy nowadays was grimdark and depressing.

That being said…

[b]“Eh?”[/b] he tilted his head to the side, turning back towards the ikemen, [b]“You’re not afraid of nature? Then what was that whole ‘It's dangerous out here, after all’ thing? Like, that sounded like the beginnings of agoraphobia to me, when sunlight, trees, and a dirt path were all super dangerous things…but you know, what, sure. I’ll just chalk that up as being super cautious of this brave new world.”[/b]

The rest of the ikemen’s little speech was fine though, even if Darius was still somewhat irked about his insistence for directions. Wasn’t it fairly obvious that they could just pick either direction and land somewhere? After all, paths were meant to connect, so either way, they were going to get SOMEWHERE. If ikemen-boy was a skirt-chaser, they could follow the carriage. If ikemen-boy was a rebel, they could go the opposite way.

Regardless, Darius shook his head with a wry smile on his face.
[b]
“Good grief.”[/b]

That being said…it would be fun to ride on a carriage. When was the last time he had rode on one of those things anyways? Three years? Five years?