Chapter 18: Ganymede of the Lowlands

The caravan came to a halt, calls made down the line. Horses bray and merchants swear, rousing Marion’s attention from their waterskin. They wiped water from their mouth before making an attempt to clamber up towards the front of the wagon.

“What’s the problem, Silvos?” the elf inquired of their fellow, gaze turned outwards to the caravan ahead of them.

“The road is closed. Headman Bayan got stopped by the guards.”

“What? These roads were fine just a few months ago, what changed?”

“Few months is a long time, Marion, don’t you know? A lot can change in just a few minutes, imagine how much might change in just a few months!” Silvos barked in laughter. “The word coming down the line though, is that there’s dark things crawling the Kingswood Road. Terrorizing and killing most folk who try to make it through. They’re only letting the military through at this point in time.”