Kildeer Rest This Race Is a Prophecy

His uncle insisted his wounds would not fell him to which Cal responded with a hmph and a roll of his shoulders. He better be right, after all, Brewster already made it this far. He'd find it an insult to fall now when so many never even had the chance to run...like his parents. I'm holding you to that. The Déorwine's ruby gaze searched out for a sign or hint as to where they should go now, but of course, the land remained plain and empty. The distance held mountains though, and where there were mountains there was life.

There.He motioned to the west. Perhaps that is where our brethren have fled to. It follows the direction we have been following as well. A glance was offered to Brewster, perhaps for his guidance or maybe it was just for his own confirmation that he would be following.