CHAPTER TWELVE
Every step brought a wrench to Berin’s heart as he traveled south, in search of the soldiers who had taken his son. Every step took him a little further from his daughter, left behind in a city where she would soon fight to the death. Every time his foot hit the ground, it felt like an impossible choice, one that he made only because his daughter had insisted.
Had he made a mistake?
Berin carried whatever supplies he could with him, their weight a constant on his back. Getting out of the city was easy enough, and after that he continued on the main roads for as long as he could. The roads were there for the army to march along, after all, so sticking to them seemed like the best way to find the unit that had taken his son. He only left them when he heard others coming, hi
