Chapter 16: Wyvern
Leaving behind the golden wilderness bathed in sunset’s dying light, the Silverdove caravan crossed into shadow territory and slowly entered the darkness sheltered by the mountains.
"The Blackstone Mountains are dead ahead. Through the valley, just over an hour more and we’ll hit Blackstone Village."
Maxim glanced at Pamin riding beside him—this was the fifth time he’d tried to strike up a conversation.
This knight was top-notch, constantly scanning their surroundings as they moved forward, occasionally scouting ahead, staying razor-sharp the whole time.
If all the caravan guards he hired were as solid as this knight, Maxim would gladly pay double.
The only downside was the guy barely said two words.
"Mm."
Pamin gave a slight nod in response.
He’d been giving Maxim the same treatment the entire trip.
Maxim wasn’t surprised anymore.
The group entered the valley, following the twisting mountain trail.