Dale explored the lush vegetation on Ellandria’s moon and tried to calm himself.
His situation was not good.
He had no supplies or weapons to defend himself against what he might find here, just the items in his knapsack, which didn’t amount to much—a few sheafs of parchment, a quill, some messages from families on Ellandria to their children on Earth, and a pastry Mira had given him, along with the naz claches Prince Odran had lent him to help catch Neve.
naz clachesTime was of the essence, and he needed to get back to help Hugh and the others. He had no idea if the equipment he’d outfitted them with had done them any good, or if they were even still alive, considering the dangers they were facing.
Dale sat on a decaying log and buried his face in his hands, frustration and worry swir
