It was a few days later that a small party of Knights stumbled across the encampment at the edge of Milany. Sastra had been given a tent of her own, and her belongings had been recovered from the far side of the Fjord. Kivan seemed to be busy most days, though ensured that he sat beside her each night at the evening meal. Sastra thought she’d feel relieved at the space he afforded her, instead, she found herself strangely frustrated by the man. Yet couldn’t explain to herself why she might be eager for his attention.
The camp itself was far larger than she’d imagined, Kivan and what she’d learnt was the healers tent, were in a central ring of cover created within the depths of the forest. Two further camps overlapped with it. Each with their own central fire pit. She’d tried counting the
