บท 89: Knitting

"Haven't you finished yet?" Dreth asked impatiently. "We need to be moving. I'm still not confident that we're far enough away from that blasted death wizard." He scowled at the thought. 

"Just done," Frumble answered, hurriedly swallowing the last of his breakfast and standing up. 

"Me too," said Tybalt, putting down his plate and patting his stomach. "Thank you my dear, you are a wonderful cook." Emerald beamed at his compliment. 

Breakfast finished, they broke camp, Dreth urging them on all the while, and set off, traipsing along the overgrown path that wound its way through the centre of the deserted village. During the night the undead had scoured the area, finding no woodcutters, but several more smashed skeletal remains. Some of the buildings had also been caved in by the mysterious force. There was no sign of what had caused the damage.