]I slip a few times as we descend into the valley. The rocky terrain and steep slope makes for slippery footing. Iseldir must come here a lot, because he has no trouble navigating the journey.
By the time we reach the bottom, my blistered feet are bleeding and my heart is racing like a hummingbird on drugs. I can’t wait.
Iseldir finds a giant boulder and takes a seat, crossing his legs and folding his arms atop his little perch. The petite man looks almost comical on top of the massive rock. “This will do,” he says, patting the surface and rubbing some of the dust away.
“What now?” I ask.
“Well first of all, it might help if you pull out your wand,” he teases.
I raise an eyebrow at him and smirk, but manage not to laugh. “Yeah, yeah…” I say as I draw my weapon. “But then what?”
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