Chapter 18: Demon HuntIn the middle of the Old Kingdom, in the land of Astra west of the Madness, there is a lone mountain that stands monolith in the middle of an arid plain. The Ururu has stood the test of time since before the Pilgrimage, unchanging and unyielding. It was there that our friend, Char Nazval, had chosen to live in solitude, away from those that would persecute him for his half-grinel heritage.
And Hawke had pointed a murderer straight in his direction.
I couldn't let it go, as we rode as fast as we could to warn Char of the danger that was coming for him. A part of me felt bad for pushing Sir Brown Horse and Restless so much over the past several weeks. It was a wonder that they still had the strength to carry us, after they'd brought us over hundreds of miles in such a
