Chapter Fourteen
A Sudden Shift
Iarion rubbed at his gritty eyes and stifled a yawn. He was exhausted. Barlo was in similar condition, stumbling along beside him. They had been traveling hard for days. He caught the scent of water and the earthy whiff of cattle. He pushed his tired legs forward and tried to ignore the weight of the bundle on his shoulder. Less than an hour later, the village of the Plains People came into view. A child playing near the herd saw them and went running among the huts to herald their arrival.
The adults bowed as they passed. It seemed Amri had been unable to completely convince them Iarion was only an elf and not a god. The Herd Father was waiting outside his hut. The Spirit Talker stood by his side. Amri looked happy to see them, but the Spirit Talker wore
