Chapter 3
Dawn hadn’t even come to the edge of the forest when Einith shook himself awake from vague, uneasy dreams. The fire barely glowed with dim embers in the center and dew covered much of the area. Einith eased out of his bedroll as quietly as his big frame could move and it was a lucky turn that his companions slept through all the noise.
The fire was the first task he tended to. He stirred up the coals with a slim stick and dumped an arm load of smaller branches into the middle of the little red pieces, which ignited with a muted pop. Water out of a skein went into the kettle he found among the cooking supplies and then he placed the battered old thing over the fire. A black skillet joined it soon after.
With a little work, a breakfast of eggs and ham sizzled away while the kett
