Sinstari appeared from the lengthening shadows to join him, making him start.
“Blasted cat. Why do you have to creep up on me like that?” Sinstari gave him a level look with his green eyes. Barlo sighed. “I don’t suppose you know where they’ve gone off to?”
Sinstari sank down low with his belly almost brushing the ground and darted off toward the village. He stopped in the shadow of the closest tent and looked back at Barlo.
“I guess that answers that question...”
Barlo looked both ways and steeled himself before creeping out into the open. Stealth wasn’t exactly a dwarf’s strong suit, as Iarion was always quick to remind him with wry comments about Barlo’s tromping feet. But Barlo had spent more time out from under the mountains and in the company of elves than any other dwarf. He mig
