Morningside Cuesta deuteronomy

The girl was fortunate they had encountered her when they had; more so that Djinn could convince the surly guardian to keep her. A smile draws across that gilded face: We could, but that would require fighting that one on direction. They motion to the hulking shape beyond, who turns a tattered ear as if finally cognizant of the conversation's topic; Glaukos' pace increases slightly and he draws further from them both.

Djinn sighs and slows, then stops. It won't be a long rest. They have places to be, and there is hardly any shelter or food in this awful place; just the cold and the damp. The girl seems eager to stick close and Djinn huffs, looking to Mercedes.

He seems to think we'll make it to the mountains sooner rather than later. They look from the girl up to the sky, which is clear, but then distantly on the horizon there is one far-off mountain north of them, and farther still an undulation to the limits of their vision — a chain of mountains too far west.

A week, maybe, until we're at this village he speaks of. I don't think I will make it that far, As grim as this pronouncement sounds, Djinn is equal parts confident and nonchalant about it. There isn't much life left in their old bones and the trio are all aware.