Riding all day made him a little weary. Baiden’s party didn’t exactly make good time with all the fresh snowfall, and Jeret’s group was in no hurry, which did nothing to help the speed of their travel. It would have been rude to leave them behind, but Flenn almost wished they had. The party would be forced to stop for the night soon, meaning they would not reach Stone Abbey until sometime midmorning. The Halfen were probably already there, poisoning the minds of the other chiefs. Normally Flenn would have enjoyed the ride. The air was brisk, the sunlight warm, the forest filled with color. Many of the trees still displayed red and orange leaves, which clung to their branches, trying in vain to protest the coming of winter. The Iron Mountains were to the east, the Emerald sea to the west. He was in the company of good friends and two beautiful women. Of course they were both spoken for. Well Alensa was, and Anora just as well might have been, although no one had bothered to tell Dethan.
