Chapter 12 Collaborators
The next morning brought an early sunrise to a fog-covered landscape. The smoke on the western horizon was all that remained of the memory of Fallfell.
Sad, thought the stranger. Despite wanting to leave so many times, I find myself missing the town.
The main road east was crowded only because the throng of refugees, blown like so many leaves in the wind, had been leaving Fallfell headed for the coast.
The man urged his steed forward when he spotted a group of people walking along the eastern road. It was an eclectic group of refugees hauling clothes and heirlooms in every manner of cart and bag available. Trudging down the misty road, the group looked like children lost in the fog of their own misery.
“Excuse me, sir. I am looking for an Elf girl. She was in
