They were about three quarters of an hour into the journey, and Mallory was beginning to think the escort mission was going to be their simplest one yet, when a hail of arrows had them scattering and hiding behind trees.
Mallory glanced along the track, wondering if someone should run along it and let Jorgen know to stay back with the wagon until they dealt with the archers that were hiding amongst the trees. She had no idea how many there were, only that with how many arrows had been fired, there had to be at least ten.
“Hand over the mage and your party can pass unharmed,” a man called out from amongst the trees.
Mallory nearly jumped when Spike spoke from beside her.
“Hide now?”
“What we need is someone to take a message to Jorgen so he doesn’t end up caught in this mess,” Mallory
