Chapter 111

"I still don't see why—" Snowcloud said.

"Quiet!" Arran hissed.

They were hiding in the brush just over a mile from the fortress, along one of the few footpaths that ran from the fortress's gate. Arran had guessed that this would be one of the routes the patrols would take, and now, it appeared his guess had been correct.

Approaching their location were half a dozen men, fighters all of them, with the rough look of bandits or mercenaries. They were wearing ragged armor and carrying weapons, and as far as Arran could tell, none were mages.

"Remember," he whispered, "only intervene if any of them turn out to be novices."

Snowcloud nodded, although her expression made it clear she wasn't happy with the situation.

Arran took a final deep breath, then left the brush and stepped out onto the road, a short distance ahead of the men.

"Hey there!" he called out as he walked toward them.

They eyed him somewhat warily, but none replied. Instead, their hands moved toward their weapons.

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