Chapter 45
Alara looked over row upon row of cut lumber sitting in tightly stacked bundles just beyond the lodge’s window. Outside, the group’s horses idled next to a tree that their bridles had been tied to. Mace was particularly concerned with trying to get at a cluster of grass trapped beneath a heavy board. His attempts to get at the grass only ended up crushing it more and more beneath the lumber.
Lidew sat on the ratty sofa that took up a third of the small interior. He worried over the drink on the table in front of him, adding small, precise measurements from bottles that he pulled out of his pack. The man seemed completely unconcerned with the sandwich sitting on the table as he worked despite the crisp spicy sent it filled the room with. Alara could feel her mouth water at the
