Barlo had taken the longest to get ready, and Lodariel had used the time to scout the riverbank to the southwest of their makeshift camp with Golhura. Barlo suspected she wanted to keep her mind off of Iarion’s collection of bruises as well.
“I’ve found some tracks,” she said when she returned. “Mostly human, but also varying sizes of wildcat.”
Barlo’s eyes widened. “There are humans on this island?” He had always assumed it was uninhabited. None of Callum’s sailors had indicated otherwise.
Then again, none of them have ever been to shore.
“Any sign of elves?” Iarion asked.
Lodariel shook her head, sending her braids swinging. “No, but even Sea Elves don’t leave much of a trail anyway. Maybe we’ll find some upriver.”
“Or maybe the humans have seen them,” Barlo said. “I wonder if they
