Duck Lake hollow ashes

He did not make his way back to the forest. It was much too soon for that. Give him a day or two to empty his mind, then he could return.

For now he’d continue forward. Cenric found himself in the valley he’d visited briefly. It was still wet from the month-long storm, but at least he didn’t have trudge through mud.

The Deorwine walked along the lake’s bank. The path led to a woman who hovered over the water. Admiring your reflection? he called, Or is there something on your mind?