As a low-level warrior, I’ve learned that sometimes it’s best to fight and cast spells. Other instances, I need to run for the hills.
In my experience, this molten hawk fits in the ‘live to fight another day’ category. That doesn’t only apply to me, either. As outmatched as I am, it’s just as bad for Camilla.
The fiery bird stalks toward us. The creature is tall as a mountain, molten as a volcano and angry as Hell itself. It rears its head back and screeches.
Camilla and I share a look. Once again, the question is there, although not spoken aloud. What do we do?
What do we do?An answer appears at the same moment. When Camilla and I next speak, it’s in unison.
“The map.”
I pull the sheet from my satchel and scan it. “No good. The page is covered in scribbles.”
Camilla leans in. “I ca
