Chapter Five: The Border ChallengeFreemonte's party left in high spirits in spite of the weather. The green skin contingent was striding ahead, chuckling to themselves in their own jolting patois. Gerard was regaling everybody else with tales of his adventures the previous summer.
They headed west, away from the weak morning sun, up into the foothills of the mountains. There was a pass not far away that traders used to get into Frisia. According to their information, it would lead them straight to Freetown. With luck, they would find their way towards the Bridge from there.
Even Freemonte, who was rarely comfortable in such a large mixed company, seemed at ease. He had managed to banish his doubts about the vagaries of the mission he had been charged with, if only momentarily. Having cir
