Chapter Sixteen
Seeking Refuge
Iarion and his companions traveled north, stumbling through the Western Wastes. Lodariel had managed to rouse Feoras, but the Learnéd One was still weak. All of them were worse for wear after their ordeal in the Marrow Creep Caverns. If life were fair, they would have been able to spend the next several days recovering, but they didn’t dare remain where they had emerged. As soon as night fell, the area would be teeming with angry goblins and drakhalu. So as the sun traveled across the western sky, they forced themselves to keep moving, hoping to gain enough distance before they collapsed of exhaustion.
“I will be fine,” Feoras was saying to Lodariel in a quiet voice. “I can feel your herbs working already. But I will need rest before I can use my magic aga
