He, Roxanne, and Effrax trudged through the morning in silence. Fletcher could tell it was midday when his stomach started growling, but they didn’t stop. When the rainforest grew visible through the white flurries, he suppressed a groan.
Effrax smirked at Fletcher’s reaction. “We’re not going back in there. We’ll skirt the edge of the jungle until we cross the West Outlet, and it’s a straight shot across the fenlands to Noryk.”
“Fantastic,” sighed Fletcher. He resigned himself to the idea of being wet and frozen for the next month. Thorion needed help, and Fletcher refused to be the weak link in the chain of people who were going to save him.
As the afternoon wore on, Effrax tried to break the silence by engaging Roxanne in conversation.
“Why are you talking to me?” she asked, in a to
