CHAPTER 22
“I know nothing really of trolls.” My education came from Prince Aslom. His description. His details. If honest, I’d never have believed they existed.
The three of us walked side-by-side. The cobblestone streets amplified the sound of our footfalls. They still weren’t loud, but they were steady, and echoed. Each step we took disrupted the ankle-high fog. It swirled as if in defiance, silent protest.
Torchlight combated the darkness. The flames flickered, shooting moving shadows onto walls. A slight chill touched my face; my breath was visible in the air, but the rest of my body was perfectly warm under the weight of the cloak.
“There have never been trolls in, or around Grey Ashland that I can remember.” Rasheed looked over at Anna, an eyebrow raised. It was as if he were si
