By midday, my feet were killing me. Not that my boots were new - I still used the pair Isobeau had traded with me - but the ground was much more rocky than I expected. And it looked like I wasn’t the only one with aching feet - everyone in the troupe except Bhasi, walked gingerly.

“Bhasi, can you scout a different path for us?” I asked the bird shifter, “we need to have some relief from these rocks.”

Bhasi screeched and took to the sky.

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