“But I think we had better do something about that dagger if you are to live long enough to get to the forest guardian.” A bouncy young woodwoman with frizzy hair and twinkling eyes placed a wad of cloth to his shoulder, “Hi, I am Twig Snap but you can just call me Twig if you like.”
Leaf Fall grinned at her, “She is looking pleased with herself because it has been her life’s ambition to kill a sorcerer and finally the need has arisen.”
Boravar’s vision was starting to blur. He wondered whether it was the poison kicking in early or just loss of blood. With an effort he concentrated on the conversation and asked the woodwoman, “So were you hoping to shoot me too?”
Twig Snap laughed, “No. We knew you had no choice about leaving the clearing. We have been with you every step of the way.”
