“How long?” I yelled back at either my dragon or the warlock, whichever held the answer.
“Half a day into the centre of the passage,” Aurien replied, his deep voice carrying easily. “We will camp overnight where there is a centre point barracks that we can use. Another half a day to the other side.”
“Here,” the warlock rolled something between his hands and offered it to me. Wax. He pointed to his ears and I could see that he had already stoppered his. I broke the wax in two and offered half to Aurien who smiled and shook his head. The wagon driver accepted the half. It was an imperfect solution, I thought, but better than nothing and muffled the noise to a more tolerable level.
I leaned my head against Aurien, and he lifted his arm, placing it around me. Lulled by his warmth an
