The vendor pulled a small portrait from his basket and, shielding it with the wickerwork, compared it to Aran, who was passing by on horseback. "It’s her! That’s exactly the person the young master is looking for. Follow her quickly; I’ll go notify him."
"How are we supposed to follow her? She’s on four legs and we’re on two—there’s no way we can keep up. Two legs are no match for four," the attendant who had first spotted Aran protested, convinced he couldn't keep pace with the animal.
"Then what should we do? Why don't you head back to the inn to report to the young master while I stay here and see if I can turn up anything else?" the vendor suggested.
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