A small ‘ah’ left Anchoa’s lips. So Sam hadn’t escaped on his own then. It was sad, though, the Sam still referred to the man who had bought his life as ‘the master’. Anchoa would have called the man all sorts of things (and most of them not for polite ears), but not ‘the master’. But oh well. Sam seemed to be doing well for himself now.
A grin crossed his lips at Sam’s comment of a windrunner being faster. “Oh, that’s what they say. Personally, I wouldn’t believe it until I saw it for myself.” He glanced back at Skylight who was contentedly chewing a stray grass patch that had grown along the edges of the street. “No offense to you, of course, Horse,” he said to the windrunner that accompanied Sam.