Einarr rounded a corner in the track he had blindly followed toward the well and breathed a sigh of relief to see his companions there. In terrain such as this, you might not have to fail a test to become hopelessly lost. Stigander and Arring were blinking back out of the dream, confusion turning to understanding and determination.
Jorir stepped back onto the path from the other direction. Whatever his trial had been, he still wore the pain of it on his face.
Einarr caught his liege man’s eye and quirked an eyebrow, but the dwarf only shook his head, slowly, in response.
Now Sivid was blinking back to consciousness. The skinny man swallowed hard, his mouth twisted into a rictus, but in no more than the time it had taken the rest of them to realize their circumstances he had schooled his face again.
“The Oracle doesn’t take kindly…
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