Capítulo 30: Chapter 30

Jar'ra, Sephr, the two dwarves, and Cedric had disassembled their tents and buried the fire. The Gypsy Witch and the Hunter left on the Stag maybe an hour before, as the sun made its descent through the ring of sky.

"The fog really got to you, didn't it?" Jar'ra asked as she helped him fold the fabric. Cedric stayed quiet, not wanting her to know the kind of horror he had grown up in. "You don't have to tell me about it. I know how painful the past can be. That's why I became a healer."

"What do you know of pain?" He could still feel the stripe from his father's whip the fog had given him across his arm, a phantom reminder of the hundreds he had received on his back when he was a child.

"What do I know... you better watch yourself, boy." She held one of the wood poles she had been rolling into the fabric out like a wand. "All my scars are on the inside."