THINGS BEST LEFT UNFOUND
“Take care that no one hates you justly.”
– Publilius Syrus
Jarrod was beyond exhausted when they passed the last wayfire. It had likely been days; he didn’t know anymore, but a million miles ahead of them on a plain shimmered a stack of fires.
Regoth Ur.
The sight was enough to wake the others out of their stupor, and the horses and even the mule picked up the pace. In the last ten miles or so, Jarrod got the sense of undulating hills and scrub beneath his feet as the walled village and the towers loomed larger and larger, and disappeared at one point only to reappear below them, and then he must have dozed off, because they were at a castle gate and people he’d never met were asking who the hell they were. Carj was saying something about fires and his foot a
