'The narrower it is the better,' Loras eventually replied. 'And for what I have in mind, we'll need a high section of cliff on both sides and no convenient ledges. Sorry, but we need to go further.' Pulling his horse around he dug in his heels and trotted on, the horse picking its way amongst the rock-strewn ground, head bowed against the snow, the sound of the horse's metal shod hooves echoing from along the rocky pass. Magician Falk followed closely after.
'Can't we just block the passage?' called Tarent after the two Magicians. 'You know, just bring down an avalanche to seal it all up? That would stop them.'
Magician Falk turned around and smiled at Tarent, then looked back to where Bartholomew had reluctantly left the wagon and was now stumbling across a patch of rocky ground. 'Yes,
