“Here,” Iarion said. “A wagon veered off the road. We were right. Voral’s cousin didn’t get far.”
He and Iarion followed the wagon tracks westward. A campfire appeared a short distance ahead, revealing the outline of a parked wagon and a hobbled mule. Barlo followed as Iarion crept closer. Other than a rumpled set of blankets and some footprints in the snow, there was no sign of Voral’s cousin Laram.
“Where is he?” Barlo whispered.
Iarion shrugged. “Maybe he got up to relieve himself.”
Barlo drew his ax from his belt. “Then we can take him by surprise when he comes back.”
A faint buzzing sound tickled Barlo’s ears. Iarion’s eyes widened as he ducked. He rose a moment later with a crossbow quarrel protruding from his hat, surprising a laugh from Barlo.
“I guess he knows we’re here,” h
