Tullia made good on her words. We were seeing no trouble from the Nightmare Court. I was relieved, even if Angel let it known that she was not. More than once she spoke of threatening them to get their attention. The rest of us weren’t so keen on battle, it seemed. Ventari’s Refugees was more focused on making friends than quickly burning bridges. Even the Nightmare Court wasn’t too evil for the guild to seek help from… at least most of them.
The cart rocked as we made our way through the valley and across a bridge that crossed a small stream. Grawl eyed us from inside dark caves that the water snaked through. I kept to myself and tried not to stare.
We were silent for the time being. The majority of us didn’t want to notify the threats in the area of our presence anymore than we already were with the sounds of our carts. Ragnvaldr stroked my hair as I leaned against his side. While I had been dozing before, I wasn’t able to since Tullia had visited our cart.
A booming laugh came from the cart in front of ours, which startled me. Tobih, who had been stoic, cracked a smile and proceeded to laugh out loud as well.