They pulled the horses along the path, but the mountains were deceiving. Their ranges rose and fell over the land in mismatched patterns. Sometimes they thought they were at peaks and other times they found themselves staring at their outlines, black against the setting sun. Krishani was too tired to continue moving. He sighed and slid off the horse’s back, pulling it by the reins off the path and into a patch of trees sheltering the hills. He found a space between the trees and silently tied the horse to a skinny tree. Even in the dark he could see a few things. He searched tirelessly while Mallorn followed. Krishani rounded up a couple of rotting logs and a few larger stones. He brought them to the patch of grass that seemed large enough for camp. It was on a slight incline, but it was all they had. He sat on the log and placed the stones in a circle. He went to find twigs and branches, but he didn’t have to go far; they heavily littered the ground.“We should make camp in a town,”
