"Will you drive on the Grey Road?" Trouble lasts two days, but the trip is three weeks.
The quartermaster at Stonehaven's garrison examined my map path on his counter. Rub his unshaven chin and contemplated. We were leaving three days after the feast. The rifle and saddle-filled quartermaster's shed smelt like oiled leather.
The distance didn't matter as I followed the curving trail with my gaze. It followed the eastern Whispering Depths shoreline before turning north toward Frostfang. "It's the notice." Straight northern passes are patrolled by Blackclaws. The Grey Road is forgotten.
Standing next to me, Caelan looked sharp in his new King's Elite uniform. A little mountain crest pin adorned his grey shirt. A nod indicated agreement. "Discretion is very important to the mission," he co
