"I have to talk to my sister."
The fog seemed to speak to me. As we pulled the final unconscious Blackclaw spies into the rocks, we could see our breath in the chilly air. We won the battle but were exhausted and vulnerable.
We faced the voice with rifles drawn.
Rowan stood at the brink with arms high and hands empty. Only his moving-related dark, soiled garments protected him. He appeared afraid, exhausted, and alone. He was shrouded in mist.
Not putting down his sword. "How did you find us?"
"I didn't." She found me. Nyx Vale emerged from the trees behind Rowan, looking serious. She was grubby and had a big cheek scratch, but her eyes were sharp. "I was on my way to you when I saw him lost in the foothills, like a puppy." He claims to have something to say. You should hear it.
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