*Lucas*
I ended up riding the wheel well again on the way back to Leviss. Between the dust and the certain thudding injury to my tailbone, I was just glad I hadn't pissed off the innkeeper in this timeline. If Sasha's absence went on for more than a day, I didn't want to have to sleep on the ground.
Still, I ignored the Moon Howl when I passed it, making determined tracks for the priestess's home.
The old hag looked just the same when she opened the door in the setting sun, her wizened face pinched with displeasure as she eyed me on her doorstep.
“Well?" she snapped.
“Forgive me, madam, but I was told you are a priestess?" I said politely, even though my memory of her reaching for my Sasha made me want to snap her twiggy little neck.
“I am," the priestess grumbled. “What do you want?
