After many long days of riding, Desa found herself at the western edge of the Borathorin Forest. Trees unlike any that she had ever seen before ran north and south to the distant horizon: trees with broad, flat green leaves. There were a few palms in there, but much of the flora was strange to her.
Rojan and a dozen of his best people had come with them from Te’Alon. Together, they traveled south and east in a caravan, making their way toward the very heart of Ithanar. Ten long days in the saddle, living off the food the Al a Nari had provided. Their route had taken them close enough to the city of Ludinata to resupply, but they still had to ration their food carefully. At least there was plenty of grass for the horses.
Al a NariYes, plenty of grass.
Somedays, that was all they saw: rol
