"Listen," Borne said suddenly. "Is far, no? But cries. People. Harland…"
There was a trace of concern on his face for his friend. Jev echoed it. "I hear them too now. Over there!" He pointed to the trees to the far right of the clearing, well beyond where his men should have gone, but now that Vol was listening, he could hear them too.
"What in the name of the Old Gods are they doing over there?" Vol muttered to himself. He'd thought that he'd sense some sort of advantage when he took the clearing – that had been the aim, after all, but even with fifty men dead, his instincts felt stagnant. He could feel no potential here. It felt only like stagnant water.
