“Well, so far, Sha’ul has not interfered.” Pellean watched the vision ball. The sorceress and her warrior companion trudged across a tundra of dry grasses, trailed by the giant chaya beast. Why the two humans didn’t just ride the creature he didn’t understand. “They’ve been traveling nearly a month now and I haven’t seen any sign of him.” He had watched them closely, each night making camp, bathing, squabbling at times like siblings. The girl sobbed herself quietly to sleep each night by their campfire.
Morden stood next to him, seemingly deep in thought as he, too, watched the scene. “Don’t be naïve, Pellean,” he said. “It doesn’t suit a former warrior of your skill and prowess. Of course he’s going to interfere at some point. When he does, we will act.”
“Why must we?” Azena’s voice cut
