Chapter Twenty-Five
Evidence
Yulen stared at what had to be a forty-foot drop. The mountain side had been sheared off by some cataclysmic event. The rock was still scarred and barren of all plant life, even after all these years. A glance upward revealed the sun directly overhead. It was midday. It was time to stop for a bite to eat, and to rest the weary horses, when instead he wanted to push on in their search for Atty.
Fortune walked up to glance over into the chasm. “That makes, what? The sixth time we’ve had to stop and backtrack?”
“I’ve lost count,” the Battle Lord growled. This was their fifth day in their attempt to descend from the top of the cliff, down to where a lush valley awaited. And Fortune was right. Once more they would have to retreat, backing up to where they had be
