Chapter Twenty-Eight
He left last as his team of six other adventurers headed out. Marl stopped just before they entered the woods, turned back and caught Raina’s look. The unease in his gut seemed to settle.
Despite his speech, Marl could see the younger members of the group could not help but show excitement in a way he and his old friends had long since dismissed as folly. Callista, Matilda, and Trilina rode up ahead.
Marl, who hadn’t gotten to know much about Rhysdan, found out where he was from. He’d grown up in a village to the north by the name of Dubney, near Rye Baston. His parents had farmed, mostly grains, but had a few pigs, goats, and chickens. He was big for his age and took to fighting. At eighteen he’d set out with friends to find their riches. Less than a year later his
