I don't know how the warband did it, but we were able to avoid any attention as we travelled through the wild, and despite everything that was happening, I could not help but admire the beauty of this world.
The grass, the birds… the streams. Perhaps it was because I knew how fragile all of this could be that I appreciated nature. Thurrim sang when we travelled, and the dwarf had a great voice, and what surprised me was when Coin began to hum alongside him.
His deep baritone and her wispy voice created something supernaturally beautiful that accompanied the warband as we rode through the sunset.
Then on the third afternoon we came over a ridge, and the valley below had two skies. There was a line running down the middle of the air above that valley. On the left side of it the sky was the pale blue we had been riding under all day, and on the right side it was a deeper colour with a wash of green in it.
The warband stopped without anybody giving an order.
