Chapter 13; The Waterfall North west of Sandmoor a party of ten hoods rides through the plains searching for Oric and his friends. They are nearing a dense wood of larch and fir trees that mark the end of the barren plains and the start of the Blue Iron Mountains behind. There are all shouting at each other frantically. Oric and Cade watch them on horseback at the mouth of a cut in the wood, a path through the trees is just behind them. In the distance the hoods tense, squinting against the sun, they point in their direction, it seems they’ve found them at last. The Sabretooth poises himself.
‘They’ve seen us.’ Noted Cade with a grin. He takes a sip from a horn of ale, it’s a beautiful thing deep red in hue, Oric recognised it from what seemed a lifetime ago ‘Now the fun starts.’ The hood
