“My name is Bryan, by the way!” the boy hollered over his shoulder as he disappeared into the building.
Flath took a moment to look around. In all his years of travel, he had never actually been to Misty Peaks. It was not really on the way to anywhere. The broad and well-maintained King’s Road that ran from Sona Tuath west over the Elk Mountains and eventually to Tel ‘Rhia was miles to the south where the mountain was easier to traverse. Misty Peaks was out of the way, but a gem to anyone who found it. From the wide, pine needle-strewn dirt road he could see a small butcher shop, a bakery, and a tiny store that probably sold flour, sugar and other staples. There was also a smithy, a cobbler, and a few other small storefronts. A little farther down the path, he could see many A-framed hou
