Vica looked up in dismay at the overcast sky. Bloated grey clouds crowded the expanse, blotting out the sun entirely despite it being mid-day. One quick survey of the surroundings confirmed that there was nothing for miles around - just browning fields of wild grass and vast, empty tracts of land. Under different circumstances, this would have been prime territory for settlements, but the proximity to the enchanted Yrol Forest drove away mistrustful humans. Even the town of Winding Oaks - which she now understood tolerated more magical creature trafficking and other sinister activities than most places - was a respectful two-day journey from the opposite edge.
Her eyes darted to the side to peek up at Constantine's face. They hadn't said anything at all to each other for the last few hour
