[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
"So we've been walking for quite a while now," Puck said lightly, her voice carrying forward over the crunch of Grimm's sabatons against the rocky ground. "Are we going to increase the pace as you implied earlier, or are we committing to this slow, contemplative march all the way across Quadling territory?"
Grimm did not immediately answer. He continued forward over the rocky terrain, his stride still steady.
"I believe I made it clear," he replied evenly after a moment, glancing in her direction, "that if the next object of interest proved lacking, I would adjust our speed accordingly. That condition has not yet been met. " A small pause. "Your impatience simply reinforces that you are, in essence, still a child."
Puck's eyes narrowed at once. "I am hundreds of years old," she shot back. "If anyone here fits the description of a child, it's the one poking at a powerful witch out of curiosity."
