Abarrane is right to be agitated.
The ride to the wall is at least half an hour, and dusk is waning to darkness. The impending rain will follow closely after, making the trek bleak. “Let me get Elisaf.”
“We may need Jarek’s blade.”
“No. The three of us are enough, and he will draw attention. Besides, I need him to stay with Romeria.”
Abarrane’s eyebrow lifts. “She will agree to stay here?”
One thing I’ve learned about Romeria is that she is probably already looking for an excuse to lurk in the shadows of that town. There is no way she will agree to stay behind.
But I’m not giving her a choice this time. It’s too dangerous. “I will deal with Romeria. Tell your warriors only one fire and to keep it small. We shouldn’t make our presence known.”