Krieg looked nervously over to one of the Dragon scouts, who raised his eyebrows and inclined his head almost imperceptibly to the left. He didn’t want to admit that he didn’t know where he was going in front of the adventurers, and this scout seemed to understand that. He had been hoping to have Tian back, but obviously something had come up. It was a strange feeling to be so embroiled in this event and yet so out of control. Krieg didn’t like it. His memories of adventuring had been of laughter and excitement. Riding in silence through Tartaria surrounded by po-faced clerics was alien and troubling. This wasn’t exciting, this was stomach-churningly frightening. He was almost certainly riding to his death, and probably the death of many of his friends and all because he had the hubris to
