Chapter FifteenHunter to Hunted
Barlo woke to the muffled sounds of hushed voices and rustles of movement. He cracked his eyes open. The sun was barely rising, and the rebels were already rousing and getting ready to break camp. He rolled over with a groan to complain about the ungodly hours they were keeping to Iarion, only to find his friend’s bedroll empty. He sat up, his head swiveling as he scanned the camp while scratching at his tangled beard. Aside from the elf’s abandoned belongings, there was no sign of Iarion. Lodariel’s things were missing, but she would have taken them with her for her shift on sentry duty. A sneaking suspicion rose in Barlo’s waking mind.
Maybe they’re off canoodling somewhere. They haven’t had any privacy since we were on the ship...
He scrambled out of h
