CHAPTER 6

“What is in this satchel that you would risk your life...and ours for it?” Lorik questioned an hour later from the wide branch of a grand tree. It had snarled and twisted as it grew, the terrors of the forest guiding its shape. He held the hilt of a rough sword before him, borrowed from one of Rusk's unusual caches. The man had weapons hidden everywhere, like a squirrel hiding its food for winter.