“There’s nothing quite like a good fight.” Despite his teasing, Iarion reached down to help. Together, they managed to roll the ogre’s body off Barlo to join its two slain companions. Iarion looked up, startled by some sound only he could hear.
“What is it?” Barlo asked.
Iarion began to curse. “More ogres, coming this way.”
Barlo squinted into the darkness. He could barely make out a mass of shadows approaching from the north. “How many?”
“Twenty, at least. These three must have been scouts.”
“How in the First Father’s name did so many ogres get to be in the Adar Daran?”
“They must be remnants of Saviadro’s dark army. We’ve got to get moving. They’ve spotted us, and they’re coming in fast.” Iarion snatched up his bow, quiver, and pack.
“We’ll have to go east. They’ve blocked us off
