Once again they stood before the hasty flag Jorir had constructed to mark their find. Even in the fog, Einarr could see the frosty puffs of his breath.
“This may have been a terrible idea.” They were the words on everyone’s mind, he was sure.
“So, what next?” Jorir asked the practical question. “I don’t intend to just stand around here and freeze.”
“No. No, you’re right. We can’t just stand around doing nothing. Do we try going the opposite direction, or do we try cutting across the bog? Men?”
“Awfully cheap enchantment if we can get out of it just by turning around,” grumbled Irding.”
“Agreed, although sometimes the simplest tricks are the most effective.”
“I don’t think it will be that simple, either.” Tyr shook his head. “On the other hand, this is a lot to portage through that swamp. It might be worth trying. And if night…
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