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We Welcome a Traveller
Thomas walked behind Wulfram, his arms bound in front. Wulfram held the end of the rope that wrapped around his wrist and tugged on it when Thomas walked too slowly. In this way he made his halting way towards the Gathering, trying to reserve what strength he had left.
Which was not much. He had not eaten since he had left Eoforwic. He felt as weak as a kitten, truth be told. Which didn’t bode well.
It took about an hour to reach the Gathering spot, deep in the woods. As they drew closer, he smelled roasting meat, causing his mouth to water. Faint music filled the air, growing louder as they approached.
When they were close, a voice spoke from the deep shadows under a tree. “Me Lord Wulfram, at last.” The guard stepped out from the shadows, peering at Thomas
