“They’ve gone to the mountains,” Trisha replied, stepping into the room with Kelan, Trelon, Paul, and Morian.
Everyone turned to look at Trisha as she stared back at them with a grim determination. In her hands, she held a small sheet of paper. On it was a picture that spoke a thousand words.
“How do you know that?” Vox demanded. “What mountain?”
Trisha held up the paper in her hands. “Bálint knows that he must always leave a clue as to where he is,” she said. “He left this under his pillow.”
Trisha walked over and laid the colorful picture down on the table. The childish drawing of a mountain with the stick figure of a dragon with small wings standing on the top was clearly visible, as were the small stick figures, one for each child, next to it.
She waited until everyone had gathere
