Great, fog! sighed Carmalita. She had placed her self in the middle of the company alongside Wren. She thought it be better to stay here just in case there was another attack. And she did not doubt that one bit. As she thought she played with the jewel around her neck, it was a Crystal that was givin to her by Crystal's father. She had kept it to remind her of her child and not to make too many mistakes in life. She had certainly lernt her lesson.
The fog grew thicker and she could just see the faint outline of Énien's horse about 7 foot ahead.
"Rangar! she called," it is only thicker! the fog goes on for as far as I can see."
"What shall we do?" said Carmalita speaking up, the company halted, " Should we go on not knowing were we tread, or where we go or into who's hands we play into. Or should we set up camp and have the risk of being attacked again? Rangar?"
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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