The sky had fully darkened by the time Adam decided they had pushed far enough for one day. Stars were beginning to pierce through the velvet black one by one, and the wind from the direction of the Ghostwind Gorge was growing more distinct—a long, low whisper that crawled along the rocks and made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
"We're stopping here for the night," Adam announced, pulling the cart to a wider shoulder of the road. "No point entering ghostwind territory exhausted and half-blind in the dark."
A mop of fiery hair popped out from the back of the cart, Ignis blinking groggily. "Huh? Why are we stopping? Are we there yet?"
"Not yet. Rest stop," Adam said. "We move again at first light."
Ignis nodded, already half-asleep again, and withdrew without argument—a sure sign she was genuinely spent.
