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Bringing Drakell and the trappers with him openly and a few woodfolk skirting along beside them with the cover of the trees, Harkell took nearly an hour to reach the clearing of the hundred year old burnt beech tree. When they arrived, no one was in sight.
Bean looked around and shrugged, “Maybe they haven’t had time to get here yet.”
“Maybe they don’t want to show themselves until they know who they’re dealing with,” said String.
Drakell moved casually back along the path a little so that he stood beside a clump of dense scrub.
“There are many sorcerers hidden in the surrounding bushland,” reported Creaking Bough quietly. “They are not soldiers.”
“Thanks.” Drakell wandered back into the clearing to relay the message.
In response, Harkell nodded and drew forth Tarkyn’s dagger. Ho
