Chapter Twelve
Wexstone was a moderate-sized town north of the Edorian Sea and west of Trentfri. Known for its fishing, weaving, and brothels, the city had grown steadily since well before the Fog set in.
The fishing and trade businesses thrived. Marl wasn’t headed there for a good fish stew, though; it was the only place he could remember that Kal had mentioned living. He had told stories on their long rides of a raven-haired beauty who adored him and worked the looms.
It was his only lead.
Callista knew an herbalist in town, and they decided they might stop there first.
At the edge of Wexstone was a tabletop stretch of land where the road was flat and wide. No trees or grass or anything grew from the side of the forest up to the north gate at the city walls. All across this barren s
