Spellbinder Venzdra weaves the morning fog into a cloak, wrapping herself tight before returning to the camp.
Drake the Bowman restrings his bow and tests it with a clean shot into a tree.
The thief, who has never shared his name, sharpens his daggers on a stone.
Luthien the Priest is deep in prayer, but he is almost finished.
Tracker William looks over his maps. They are not far from the caves.
The Dragon wanted food and treasure, and William will be compensated once again for bringing another pack of violent fools to the old beast.
“Let’s ride,” he says.