Chapter Thirty
Marl had the team on the road early. It had stormed again in the night, so he hadn’t gotten as much rest as he had wanted. He didn’t remember it being so hard, this life on the road, six years ago.
As they rode, he thought about Aldrei and did the math on how old he should be again. Was it just six years?
He couldn’t get past how wide and long the burned swath had been. Usually, from everything he’d learned about dragons, they didn’t get that much breath until they were twenty-five to thirty years into adulthood. He wondered if maybe it wasn’t the same beast. That thought he would keep to himself, as he didn’t need to cause the party any undue worry.
They got to the sleepy little village on the edge of the lake, Freyburn, and it was quiet. No, he thought, it was too quie
