The Bracken Woods There will come a soldier,

you should look after yourself as well. — there isn’t any time, fréobearn laughed, but i appreciate your concern. her external wounds were well into the healing process, and her inner trauma was surely close behind.

célnes’s comment about the high elk’s migration brought a nod of agreement. all of this, the destruction of kingslend, could have only been for the purpose of leading his people to a better path. 

and as for cenric, i’m not sure. fréo’s opinion of her brother was one ever-changing, today being one on which she didn’t necessarily want to see him. is there anything you want to do? she asked, not wanting to sidetrack the conversation too much.