Chapter 9 MapleholdArastor was the first to learn about the oncoming group. Trees, hills and an early evening fog prevented him from hearing or seeing anything. It was his extra set of eyes, in the form of a black raven, which provided him with the information.
Chawk swooped in and landed on Arastor's shoulder as light as air. Several squawks and the ranger was caught up. Arastor spurred his pony over to Shariana, "There's a force headed straight at us from the north. Men and wagons."
Shariana was still not used to seeing the bird perched on the Dwarf's shoulder, "How many?"
"Blast if I know! The bird can't count."
"Really…" Shar grinned and patted Safir on the neck, "Safir can." And with that, the raven jumped off Arastor's shoulder and flew north.
"Rally everyone together. I assume
