CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
It was almost two in the afternoon when they rode down the snowy path into the forest of pine trees.
They traveled slowly and cautiously, careful not to make any startling noises. This path in the middle of the pine forest was known to be packed with bandits. Many merchants and civilians were victims of these bandits, which is partly the reason why most people desert this path.
“Is it not safe yet?” Tatiana asked, her hands gripping tightly on the horse’s reins. She keeps looking around nervously, scared that somebody hiding in the bushes will suddenly jump on them and cut their throats.
“This path is never safe,” Bjorn answered. “Merchants who pass here barely survive a scratch when they leave this place.”
“Why not just take another path, then?”
“It’s not that
