Elizabeth was quick to pursue some answers. “Why on earth are you two climbing down the mountain? Joining the war, perhaps?”
Sprinkle shuffled aggressively to take a rest behind Jack who had sat next to the fire, using his body to block the direct heat.
“I am afraid not, miss Elizabeth. I am on a quest which might well take me across cities at war, but I have no intentions to participate.”
“A quest? How old are you, boy?” Elizabeth asked, glaring at him with her flickering amber eyes.
She was setting up some kind of pot on top of the firelight while she waited for the explanation, and her red hair gained an interesting fiery hue in its glow. It made it look like it was moving.
“Old enough, I would wager,” was a better answer than the honest truth. “I made a friend a promise, but circ
