Chapter Eleven
The NomadsTHE BAND OF Children of Light members rode through the last few trees of the woodland and over the rolling fields of Parador. Soren could still feel the scorching heat of the blazing inferno behind them and it made his skin itch like crazy. He looked back over his shoulder. Thick, undulating plumes of smoke clouded the air, masking the blue sky. Over the gentle peaks of the Paradoran plains was the flat, grey roof of the Brotherhood storage building. The hot sun glinted in the windows before the cloud of smoke from the burning cart obscured Soren's view.
Absently scratching at his neck sores, he turned back to the vast openness that lay ahead of them. The northern plains of Parador were wide and mostly featureless with grazing meadows and gentle hills as far as
