Chapter ThreeRelief emanated from around the table. It was clear that nobody wished to spend yet another night wrapped in blankets under the questionable shelter of a set of bushes. “The horses seem to be content with a nosebag of feed and a good rubdown, but their human counterparts are a lot less hardy.”
“Speak for yourself,” Malcolm replied.
“Yes, I know. You are the sole exception. For a man that used to the woods and wilderness you seem to be comfortable in any other place.” Many the time had been when they stopped for the evening under the frigid sky to find him with a twine-bent stick wrapped around another as he whirled it in apparent magic, resulting in smoke and eventually flame.
“Well with you around, one could grow lazy. I refuse to let you wizards use your magic to do anyth
