With your mind focused on the events of the past, you jump a little when Drazha touches you gently on the elbow to get your attention.
"Are you all right, Basileios?"
"Of course," you reply. "Just…thinking of how far we've come, and of what's happened on the way."
Drazha nods in understanding. "Are we going in the right direction?" she asks, looking down at the ground below. The trail that led out of the northern gate of the Citadel soon vanished, and for the last day or more you've been walking across the rocky ground beside a twisting stream. "We trust you of course, but it wouldn't hurt to have some reassurance that you know where we're going."