CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
They lost almost two full days, but they had finally passed the Sly Mare. They didn’t stop at the inn again, choosing instead to put more distance between themselves and the three men who might have killed them. At the base of the Viss Mountains rested the last sign of life until one crossed over the mountains. The monstrous line of rugged terrain stretched from the Ocean hundreds of miles north straight to the Deadland. The mountains were the official boundary between Talvaard and Oakvalor. Once they traveled into Oakvalor, they would have to rely on help from their enemies to find their way to the monastery of their brothers.
They set up a makeshift camp in a small clearing of trees close to the stables of the small town that named itself after the mountain range. The
