He watched the leader of the group and knew that he’d force them to continue walking. He surveyed the landscape as he continued rubbing his feet. A few hundred feet ahead was a small copse of trees. Aramis heard the leader and one of the priests talking.
“Is that Tylhem?” the priest asked.
The leader shook his head. “No, but I think we are close. Maybe a mile past those trees there—if this map is correct.”
“Why would the map be incorrect?”
The leader pulled a rolled parchment from his robes and unfurled it.
“Because it’s fairly dated.”
Aramis saw him point to something on the map. Then he rolled it back up and stuff it back into his robes.
“What of the rumors?”
The leader scowled. “I don’t believe in folklore.”
“Every rumor has a seed of truth to it,” the other priest countered.
