CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
A week after leaving the Dwarven city of Melanar, Brian’s party had entered the forest of Veronwestel and rapidly approached the Elvin capital Erynmaril. Naring noticed that Brian’s mood had greatly improved along the trail. Like Krol, he had told Brian to simply keep his mind on what he was doing, looking neither ahead toward the killing and blood of battle, nor behind at Kris and her poor condition. Brian had evidently taken their advice.
“It won’t be much longer till we reach the city,” Naring told him. “Erynmaril is a wondrous place. We live with the forest instead of at its expense.”
“I don’t even know what that means,” Brian joked.
Naring started to answer but something made him duck and look around. A rain of arrows fell upon them from the surrounding brush.
