Chapter Forty-SevenAmong the Enemy
“Why don’t we wait another night to make sure they got our message?” Barlo asked.
He and Iarion were crouched in the tall grass just south of the Wandering River. The dark army’s camp sprawled before them, as far as his dwarven eyes could see. He and Iarion had already taken two nights to travel this far. Iarion had become increasingly cautious as they moved south. They didn’t want to stumble across any dark army scouts.
“Our message will have been delivered by now,” Iarion said as he stared off into the distance. “We have to go now if we want to make it. If we wait any longer, we will get swept up in the battle. We don’t want to give these creatures a chance to get organized.”
“And just how are we supposed to walk through the enemy camp undetected? I
