The sheer immensity of the mountains impressed even him. Each of the two pillars that gave the Pass of Pillars its name stretched over a hundred meters into the air, the gray granite carved by wind and rain. “Aren’t we going to go any further?” Kor asked from behind him. “No,” Stret responded, not bothering to turn around. “Mau’reek will meet us here, as will the others.” “The others?” the other Mage asked hesitantly. “The rest of the Four,” Stret explained absently. “The Four are coming here?!” Kor gasped. Stret caught a tinge of panic in the man’s voice. The Four were far more feared than beloved as leaders. “Indeed. We will wait,” Stret told the other Mage as he looked around at the area. “Set up camp behind that pillar,” a short gesture pointed out the one he meant. “The pursuit hasn’t shown itself yet, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t around.
