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Waterstone and Tarkyn walked back into the firelight.
“Hi, everyone,” said Tarkyn cheerily as he sat down. “My older brother here has been sorting me out. Now, tell me where we’re going tomorrow.”
Running Feet laughed, “I didn’t think you were listening properly this morning. Although why you want to know is beyond me, since it will definitely be beyond you with your awful navigational skills.”
“Rude, isn’t he?” said Tarkyn in an aside to Harkell, before returning his attention to the woodman. “Just the general direction will do for now. Are we dropping in on the mountainfolk on the way past?”
“You weren’t listening at all, were you?”
Tarkyn grinned, “Possibly not. So, have we decided to head for Lord Tolward’s or the encampment?”
“We will retrace our steps so that you sorcerers
