The Hunter took his torch and lit a brazier that sat just from the start of the path to the bridge. Within seconds, another and then another lit up with a silver light that lined the overgrown but dead path, although each grew dimmer the deeper into the dark fog they looked.
The path down to the bridge was lined with lanterns, burning bright with glittering silver light. It was worn and clear, despite having not been touched since Korva's betrayal, and wide enough for the horses to make it through easily. Cedric could hear the sound of crashing water as the bridge came into view. Everyone stopped and dismounted. Two huge trees stood on the edge of a cliff, their branches were long and stretched across the divide where it met more branches in the middle from trees on the other side, forming the bridge. It hung low over the rushing water, the fog completely covering most of the bridge. The Witch was the first to break the silence they had traveled in.