Jaron reined his horse to a halt. He knew it was Dak without looking. The soldier stood beside his own horse, a smallish chestnut. The horse was saddled and laden with packs. Dak looked fit and ready to travel.
“Well?” Dak prompted again. “Where do you think you are going?”
“To discover a past I forgot,” Jaron said. “And perhaps, a future I never considered.”
“Sounds like quite the journey. Did you remember to pack rations?”
“Yes.”
“Bedroll and blanket?”
“Of course.”
“Weapons?”
“Naturally.”
“Seems to me you’re only missing one thing.”
“That is?”
“Me,” the soldier grinned.
“You?”
“Never go on a journey alone,” Dak gathered his horse’s reins. “Who else is going to talk you into staying at an inn once in a while?”
“It’s going to be a long journey,” Jaron answered as D
