Whitebark Stream Whose brow is laid in thorn,

have you seen cenric? — i didn’t know i needed to look. where had their brother gone? fréobearn normally wouldn’t worry, but these weren’t there lands, and she didn’t like the idea of him being alone. still, he was old enough to handle himself, she supposed. no, i haven’t seen him, she added with a sigh. 

fréo turned to continue walking but stopped herself to process célnes’s words. what? she asked, her voice breathy and strained, where is he? kendrick wasn’t here with them, so how could she have known that he’d been found? had he been left somewhere, alone in the outside? she couldn’t think about what could very well be true.