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Once they had woven their way through a mile of dense thickets, the first day of the journey took them south east through light woodlands where the travelling was easy.
Halfway through the morning, Ironbark noticed an eagle circling high above them in the clear morning sky. He pointed up and said. “Unusual for a mountain eagle to be this far from the Darkstone Mountains. They are usually further south on the eastern side of the Charville River.”
Autumn Leaves watched to make sure, then smiled at the woodman. “No. She is a long way south of her territory, not north. That is Bird, Tarkyn’s eagle. Make sure your woodfolk know not to shoot at her when she comes in to land.”
“We never shoot raptors,” said Ironbark, with a hint of censure. “Do you?”
Autumn Leaves glanced at him. “No, but
