“Do you—" Earnestly he gripped the older man’s hand. “Do you know where they would go?” he whispered.
Samar licked his lips. “There are two, maybe three places that are most likely,” he said slowly. “One is across the sea, the start of the caravan route over the desert… though from there it branches." He frowned, considering. “Probably, though, it would be a port farther east along our northern shore, or one on the east end of the sea." He rubbed his jaw. “I heard one of the townspeople say there had been raids before we returned, maybe three days ago—we must hurry!”
Kalesh blinked as he understood the import. “Y-you—you will help?”
Samar opened his mouth to speak, but then he stopped. “My friend,” he began again, quietly, “let me ask you a hard thing." He held the boy’s eyes. “You do w
