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Firian
The journey to Brithnem passed silently and uneventfully. They stayed off the main roads and bypassed towns whenever possible. Twice Master Gerand sent Firian into a village to buy food and supplies, but otherwise they fled from the sight of people like fugitives. The fewer people recognized them, the better. They could blend in if they wanted to, hide in a crowd, as long as no one knew their faces. That was a helpful ability to have on a mission like this.
The mountains harbored no ghosts; the road hid no robbers. Yet they set up a watch rotation at night regardless.
Now, almost three weeks later, they had to be getting close to Brithnem.
He pictured the map he had studied right before he left. They must be riding through the forest called Á Quihilmar—an old name that meant
