Chapter Eight: BloodshedThe merest sliver of the scarlet sun was visible above the horizon when the two mages set off. The rest of the party watched the tiny birds, wings beating frantically, as they made their way to the top of the tree line and disappeared into the distance. The green skin contingent, still in no better humour, had seemed somehow even more affronted by the news that Gerard and Paylen were to undertake the first part of the day's scouting, and Freemonte had to admit that he had been a little dubious himself.
He could not help but agree with Tariqa that starlings had not been a wise choice, as they were a favoured prey of the day-hunting Frisian Hawk Owls that populated the wood land. However, in an effort to remain loyal to the mages he had pointed out that if they got i
