Steering Docks towards the middle of Grimbush, we took off with renewed speed. It was much easier to call out directions when I didn’t have to worry about Grit at the same time. The worst part was the roughness of the ride, threatening to make me keel over with pain alone. That, and the dread of murderous creatures chasing us down. Thankfully, Docks’ second wind was putting distance between us and them.