They stopped that evening in the foothills and made camp near a cluster of hot springs. A frigid wind whistled from the snowy plains beyond, reminding Keriya that it was winter. The cold brought with it the realization that they were heading into danger—outside of the enchanted basin, shadowbeasts still roamed Allentria, hunting them.
“I wonder how the others are doing,” Thorion said when he returned from his hunt, bringing them a rabbit to cook. “We might not need the elf anymore. We could find our friends.”
“Let’s not have any more detours,” Max said shortly.
“I feel better than I have in ages.” Thorion looked at Keriya. “Don’t you want to find Fletcher and Roxanne?”
“Yes, but I don’t think we should go anywhere near Noryk,” she replied. “I know you feel better. I’m relieved beyond w
