"They can't have them." It would harm everyone for 1000 years.
In the council cave, Anya's words sliced through. The Elders were getting agitated, and the firelight made their faces uglier. Valthorn asked them to pursue the southern force directly and push them back across the border. Others warned us, were kind, and hid us deeper in the mountains.
We watched from the side like unwanted ghosts at their crisis feast. Our spark ignited the tinder. We disturbed their calm.
"They'll keep coming," I declared loudly. Some were outraged, some interested, but everyone glanced at me. "They don't want us to be by ourselves." Want the Seer's map. To conceal the truth. They won't stop if we quit. People will believe you're hiding something.
Valthorn chuckled. "Do you think you can tell us what
