Chapter 5
Hunters or Hunted?On the day the crew chose to leave Deniah, the wind was howling down from the distant mountains, driving the rain sideways in torrential sheets. All but the foolhardy and evidently those set upon a quest were staying indoors in the dry besides warm fires, a far more sensible option. Slipping out by the Lion's gate, each sheltering under their own square of oilcloth, the crew and Magician Falk joined the small shuffling crowd as it moved past the bored guards.
Past the guards and into the new city, the streets were all but empty. A wet dog glanced up from a pile of rubbish and growled a warning while faces watched from behind windows, secure and dry from this most wretched of days. The crowd gradually thinned as people went their separate ways, and as they lef
