CHAPTER 6
Conal
Riding beside Bryok, Conal inhaled the scent of the pine forest, a fragrance that always filled him with peace. Behind him, Galadyr and Torgreth engaged in friendly antagonism as to who were better carvers, elves or dwarves. The rest of the company rode two abreast tailing behind them.
“I’ve been wondering,” Conal said looking over at Bryok, “when we were in Morendir and you and Drustan were looking at the rune bones, you nearly fainted when you saw one set of bones in a box. Then when we packed all of them onto the wagon to take back to Monkreth, you kept that box separate, carrying it yourself. Why?”
Bryok’s placid face hardened. “They were dangerous.”
“Aren’t all rune bones dangerous in some form or other? You said so yourself.”
“These were especially dangerous, ev
