Chapter Twenty
The sun set beyond the western trees as they arrived at the tall gray stone gate of the first village. It appeared as if it was the only one to have such a gate, but it was to be expected since it sat the closest to the trees, and closest to possible attack. Nobody wandered outside except the two guards who held position as still as a statue. They were clad in thick silver plate mail armor, square steel helms with wide visors for eyes, and an opening traveling thinly to the jaw so only an inch of the mouths could be seen.
“Halt, who comes to Erdunadir, and what is your business here?”
Searon faltered and looked at the wizard.
“We come from the far city of Guerettos near the sea of the north. We travel this way, as it is the swiftest way without boarding ship, and we are
