Green and Laisa spurred their horses, galloping towards the River Valley.
Both were anxious, needing to find and bring back some items. They had to linger in the abandoned ancient castle for quite a while before leaving the Silvermoon Ridge.
Summer had arrived, and road conditions were terrible. Green often had to lead the two warhorses across swollen creeks and through lush grassland.
The main roads were impassable, and these remote paths were difficult to traverse as well.
They had no choice but to bury their heads and hurry along the rugged trails.
The Church Court had surely noticed them.
The disturbances at Silvermoon Ridge were too significant.
It seemed as if a second bright moon had risen among the mountains, witnessed by people in surrounding areas, easily conjuring images of war scenes from a century ago, and uncertain what legends this time might leave behind.
