I carefully peeked out from behind a moss-covered rock and scanned the enormous valley surrounded by sharp summits. There were still many hours till dawn, so most of it was jealously hidden by the darkness.
"I'm starting to understand why Armailith was against us going on our own..." I breathed quietly.
"Are you telling me you're scared?" Siaril's voice was almost inaudible in the thick shadows.
"I don't know, I just have a bad feeling about this."
"We'll be fine as long as you keep in mind that you promised to only gather information and not get into any trouble."
"Look who's talking, you promised the same."
"But I'm not the one who trouble is always chasing after like Sivath after Ertralia. Remember that only in the books you've read at the castle the hero starts to think better after getting a bump on his head. It doesn't work like that in reality."
