Mallory grinned at her brother’s enthusiasm, sobering before she spoke to the overseer. “We won’t be able to deal with the goblins and get back to Wayholt before dark. Is there somewhere we can set up camp for the night?”
The overseer gestured towards the space next to the stone building where the wagon was. “Plenty of space for you there.”
Mallory was tempted to disagree. There was probably five metres between the building and the steep side of the mountain. An almost vertical wall of rock for at least ten metres high with jagged, rough sections the rest of the way to the summit.
“How are we all meant to fit there?” Brodie asked.
The overseer once more spread his hands expansively as he spoke. “Others manage without a problem. Grateful not to be out in the wilds with the bandits and
