As they continued along the winding path, Ana's thoughts were consumed by the events of the past few weeks. She couldn't shake the feeling of being controlled, of not being in control of her own destiny everything she had planned and directed had gone awry. The tension between her and the others in the group only added to her mounting frustration. The river soon came into view of the edge of Forsythia, she glanced around the village looked barren and dull, the fall leaves scattered all over the floor when she first came in the summer the village looked lively and free. Her heart ached as she recalled the few faces, she met she wondered if they were well.
She glanced at Ralthone, "This way, our informant has some clothes we can change into, the purpose is to blend in. We have one week; lodgings have been arranged were to take the guise of vendors and merchants." He quietly said his eyes met hers and she felt the fear of the past few weeks build up in her throat.
