Ferrara
Our clothes were dry by the next morning, although they smelled like the river. It was still better than having her smell like Finn.
"I'm not familiar with this area, but I should still be able to spot any spell traps. You just have to follow me closely and listen to me," she said sharply as we stepped out of the cave.
She was feeling vulnerable about what happened yesterday. She wasn't the only one.
Rubbing my chest, I just nodded. "Finn said we're probably only a day or so away from the witch den."
"Lead the way," I said with a mocking bow.
With a roll of her eyes, she looked left and right. Finn had said to follow the caves north until we could find the narrow path to climb over them. From there, we'd be able to see the fortress.
We made it ten minutes before she stopped
