11
Before they set out, the woodfolk gathered around the fire to discuss all that had happened and what they intended to do next. Up to this point, they had been driven by putting distance between themselves and the sorcerers in Jarand’s valley but now that Falling Rain was once more in their midst and they were on their way back over the mountain, they had no particular plan ahead of them.
“Let’s make this quick,” grumbled String, “We’ve already been here too long. It’s madness to be on these mountains so late in the season. The sooner we get over them and down the other side the happier I’ll be.”
“Yeah, true,” chimed in Bean. “Hail knows what we’re talking about. I love the mountains but you have to treat them with respect.”
Hail nodded curtly in agreement.
“Well, I suppose to some
