Chapter 11 Hunters of HuntedMokanar looked east, watched the pale pink and green of sunrise begin to tint the dust gray clouds. The wind from the pass, at his back, carried the chill of snow and the smell of death. "It'll be light soon."
Tanlen and the Half-Orc stayed up all night, but not for the same reasons. Tanlen spent the night sitting on the cold ground, his daughter's head resting in his lap, keeping her safe and warm, trying every so often to bring her out of her oblivion.
Mokanar stayed awake to keep all the party safe, not just Amborlaine. The Half-Orc felt guilty that he did not accompany Laine and the others because of his injuries. He vowed that would not happen again.
Tanlen cried off and on, not only for his daughter who lay half-dead in his arms but also for the friend
