Jay

Our destination was the inn called the World’s End, on Wendale’s border at the foot of the Llannoc mountains. We didn’t plan to stay at the inn itself but to rest out of sight for a day or two and wait for the Seagen convoy. There was no cover for us in the pass if we tried to travel through it alone.

We looked forward to that rest. I wasn’t used to riding so far, and Storm was worn from the strain of watching behind us.

My thoughts were hazy...