'Fast travel for weary adventurers!' read the sign. A scarfed and goggled rider leaned against it. Behind her, her mount gently rasped at a large shrub.
I stared. It wasn't often you saw a snail of that size even in Mistembra.
'Isn't "fast travel" a bit disingenous?' I asked.
She shrugged. 'Buy a ride and find out.'
Curiosity got the better of me.
And as it turned out, a creature that was basically one giant foot could be pretty nippy if it was big enough.
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