章 57: Fifty-Seventh

Afternoon gave way to evening, and the light steadily dimmed. The landscape transitioned from a plain of fields and scattered trees to a thick forest.

The path went from wide dirt road to a narrow winding track, barely two carriage lengths wide. The sound of crunching gravel under the hooves of the horses filled the air as the carriage rolled along at a slow pace, following the faint moonlight to guide the way.

According to Kieran, they were close enough to the designated safe rest house to keep pushing on to it, but the danger of riding at night while potentially being hunted by orcs only increased the more everyone got tired.

As darkness settled in, Adrien kept a steady stream of conversation going, even though it seemed to be just to keep the tension of their situation from rising too high.

At some point he moved on to the local mythology. The Verilish.