"Do I look like someone who cares about other people's opinions?"
Lann tilted his head in speechless retort, while Triss laughed on horseback, her shoulders shaking.
Her sense of humor always left Lann puzzled, yet undeniably, amidst the sorceress's allure, it added a touch of cuteness to Triss.
The female warlock dismounted swiftly, handing her mare over to a soldier passing behind without a backward glance.
The path to Floating Port was rugged and difficult, but thankfully it skirted along the edge of the Mahakan Mountains, still considered a passable route.
But to delve further into the mountains for a thorough investigation, it was far more manageable on foot than on horseback.
Triss didn't report to or notify anyone.
Her identity as a female warlock faced resistance in Duke Elrand's ranks; no one was keen to associate with her, knowing Seward's stance.
Yet, as Veltrest's appointed magic consultant, she had to receive appropriate treatment for political reasons.
