You won’t be any good to Jora if your brain’s fried by too much caffeine and no food.” Earlier Larem had physically dragged Penn out of the cave to make a run into town while Barak maintained a vigil by the barrier. They’d only convinced him to go because neither of them could drive, and they’d need supplies if they were going to set up camp. Now that Penn was back at camp, Barak shoved a bowl into his hands. “Come on, Penn. Eat the stew while it’s hot.” He grunted with displeasure at being ordered around, but they were right. Wherever Jora was, she was going to need him at full strength. The two Kalith warriors were convinced that she’d been sucked into that rift when she disappeared. He wasn’t completely convinced of that, but he’d searched the area outside of the cave for hours and found no sign that she’d gone that way. When he started shoveling stew into his mouth, Larem and Barak relaxed and picked up their own dinners. For the next few minutes the only sound was the crackling of the small fire they’d built to ward off the damp chill of the cave.
