Epilogue
They both grew quiet and almost solemn as they neared Teorg. Every time Akton glanced over at Talfryn his face was set, hiding his nervousness. It was still winter and almost too dark to continue, but they pushed their horses on, wanting to get there before they were forced to spend another night outside.
“They’d better still have beer left,” said Akton, trying to make light of the situation, but Talfryn merely turned away.
The streets weren’t totally empty, but the few people scurrying along them didn’t seem to recognize them. Talfryn seemed distressed by this.
“It hasn’t even been a year,” he muttered. “Do we really look so different?”
“Maybe it’s the horses.”
Talfryn rolled his eyes, rode around to the back of the apothecary, then hesitated. A light snow fell, and the glo
