"Come on, lad! You're dragging your feet worse than a lame horse!" Nim shouted at Lieutenant Gareth as they trudged down the forest path. She was sprier than she had let on back at the farm, she had been keeping a hurried pace for the better part of an hour since they stepped into the stitch and crossed over into Ibudal. If they were going to continue traveling on foot, the pair would need to move quickly.
Nim thought that the gods must have been looking out for her when Talmot had allowed her to pick up the old wooden stick she used as a cane back in the barn. She still wasn't sure how she might have broken through the red-haired witches barrier without it. She had been completely cut off from her magic due to the witch's spell, and Nim shuddered while recalling the restless void inside her where her magic should have been.
