The caravan moved at a steady pace through the forest. The wagons creaked under the weight of their cargo, and the summoned horses snorted as they pulled their loads over the uneven dirt road.
Reidar rode on the back of one of his Vorathid Sky-Hunters, which he had shrunk to the size of a large dog.
He had dismissed most of his summons after the battle with the monsters that attacked the caravan, keeping only a handful of Sky-Hunters for scouting and the one he was riding. The survivors in the caravan had been grateful for his help, and none of them had questioned his decision to join them. If not, they were grateful.
The destination was Sweetwater, a town that Kara had said was now a hub for the Church of Unbinding. Reidar had decided to go with the caravan because he needed information about what had happened while he was gone. He had spent more than a month on the Ignis homeworld, and a lot could have changed in that time.
