Mallory watched her brother weave his way through the crowd, a little unsteady at times. “What are we going to do?”
“It’s probably pointless gathering herbs without the extra help,” Ryan said.
“I agree,” Mallory hurriedly said. She would have agreed to any excuse that gave her a break from gathering herbs and vegetables. The morning would be soon enough to return to that task.
“We could pay a visit to the frog mage that lives north east of Wayholt,” Danae suggested. “See if he’s the same one that attacked us.”
“How far is he out of the village?” Ryan asked.
“About ten minutes. He’s on the road I take when I travel to Simria,” Danae said.
Callum opened the door, holding it as everyone stepped outside. “I wouldn’t mind paying him a visit.” Before he could close the door, music started
