The tedious traveling continued on, until Sule wanted to scream.
Guards dragged them out of the wagon and along what seemed to be a rough, uneven stone path, into a place that was cold and damp. He could smell torchlight, taste the oil and ash on his tongue. Where are we?
Mahzan replied, Some sort of garrison was built at Barren Point.
We're at Barren Point already? Sule asked. Last time, it had taken them two days of slow, difficult travel.
New roads, they cut right through the forest. It's only taken several hours instead of a couple of days. I'm working on getting inside.
Be careful, Sule said, the other two echoing the thought. Mahzan scoffed at them, and then faded off again.
Eventually they stopped moving, and Sule was kicked to his knees on a cold, hard floor.