THE RAIN NO LONGER POURED but the drizzle and icy wind we got in exchange felt as bad, if not worse. I hunched close to Mhelyn's back, the shelter of the trees almost entirely gone as we made our way up this windy wet mountain pass.
Mhelyn puffed away, sounding like a steam engine and Rashid called for stops more often than I'd seen him do before. Neither him nor the soldier made any show about it so I hoped Mhelyn wasn't feeling self-conscious about it. He'd been employed as my advisor, after-all, not bodyguard.
Two days had passed since the river crossing. The only potential sign we'd come across after the pile of poop was a small medicinal container.
While I'd agreed that it did look like one Leseach might use, it also looked like one anyone wanting to carry a potion might use.
Rashid wasn't about to be persuaded any other way. So onward we went up this rocky path.