CHAPTER SEVEN
Garrick wrapped a chunk of bread in a cloth and stuck it into his pack. He’d already packed cheese and a few apples as well. Slinging the pack over his shoulder, he left the pantry and made his way through the castle hallways. None of his men had volunteered to go to the Deadlands, so he’d decided to go himself.
It was a risk in many ways, but he could not think of any other option. None of the generals had really voiced much opposition. This concerned him mainly because he had worked hard to reunify the kingdom and feared that the men would tear it apart in his absence. With the threat of elven invasion, however, they might stay focused. All he could do was hope.
He entered the courtyard and was greeted by all of his generals. They regarded him in silence and he wondered
