said Liam.Arran looked up from the ancient road. The air had gotten colder as they climbed higher into the mountains, and a constant wind whistled from the looming, snow-mantled peaks. The sky looked like hammered steel. Arran grunted and shifted his pack, his rusting armor rattling. “What is it?”Sir Liam strode to a weathered stone resting beside the road. Worn letters had been carved on its eroded surface. “The last milestone on the Rindl road. We’re out of the High Kingdoms. If my memory serves, this road will climb into the mountains. We’re not far from the Grim Bridge.” Lithon twitched his sleep, his small hands brushing Sir Liam’s back. “It’s almost midday. We’d best stop for some food.”Arran turned and gave a signal to the four remaining Knights. The men grunted and sat down, digging through their packs. Liam knelt and pulled King Lithon from his back sling. “Another eight hundred miles, Arran. Over the Mountains of Rindl, across the Forgotten Vales, through the Broken Mountains, and then we’ll reach the Crimson Plain and the Tower.”Arran sat besides the old Knight and the young King.
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