“Better go too, Kay. You can’t live on mushrooms and weeds.” The wolf snorted and trotted off after his littermate. Avishan wished them good hunting – and that they’d be back to watch over their sleep. This incredible luck could surely not continue forever.
“Val Firmin.” He repeated. “Not long now. Maybe two or three days if we make good time. Would be nice to trade for some real supplies. To take a real bath.” They had only what they could carry from that mess with the wardens. Not really enough for a cross country trip. He’d been ready for a march – but it was hard to say what Lirulin had been expecting to do once she caught up. Avi could not think that she had planned to kill those men.
Still, getting to this next settlement wouldn’t be a problem itself, but who knew how the town was doing? Whether it had been overrun by Darkspawn or whether it held out like Serault. Whether the people there had anything to spare for two elves no matter their coin. They hadn’t met anyone on the road to ask, but of course that was by design. He busied his hands moving rocks and sticks out of the way, so that he could set up their bedrolls.
“We’ll have to abandon the road for a while after – we can’t go to Montsimmard. There’s a Grey Warden fortress there.” But maybe that meant the other nearby settlements, like Val Firmin, would be doing okay? If not …
Well. He’d sense the Darkspawn long before they laid eyes on each other, anyway.
“Val Firmin.” He repeated. “Not long now. Maybe two or three days if we make good time. Would be nice to trade for some real supplies. To take a real bath.” They had only what they could carry from that mess with the wardens. Not really enough for a cross country trip. He’d been ready for a march – but it was hard to say what Lirulin had been expecting to do once she caught up. Avi could not think that she had planned to kill those men.
Still, getting to this next settlement wouldn’t be a problem itself, but who knew how the town was doing? Whether it had been overrun by Darkspawn or whether it held out like Serault. Whether the people there had anything to spare for two elves no matter their coin. They hadn’t met anyone on the road to ask, but of course that was by design. He busied his hands moving rocks and sticks out of the way, so that he could set up their bedrolls.
“We’ll have to abandon the road for a while after – we can’t go to Montsimmard. There’s a Grey Warden fortress there.” But maybe that meant the other nearby settlements, like Val Firmin, would be doing okay? If not …
Well. He’d sense the Darkspawn long before they laid eyes on each other, anyway.
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