Johanna wasn’t sure if there was much civilisation out here.
“She doesn’t like it here.” She nodded at Loesie, who sat on the ground eating her bread. She didn’t look at anyone else, and kept the chunk of bread close to her chest, as if afraid that someone would take it off her.
“Do you feel the magic, Loesie?”
“Ghghghghgh!”
Johanna searched for the other person with magic, Sylvan, but couldn’t see him anywhere. Not with the young men, not with Sigvald, not with the horses. Sylvan’s big black horse wasn’t there either. When had he left?
His absence didn’t seem to worry anyone. Sigvald was talking to the older man with the missing teeth and the younger bandits were sharing a joke of some sort.
Guess it had to be all right, then
“You’re more familiar with that area than any of us, Roa
