Day Three
Crossing the River Glin

The team had finally got off the mountain. They trudged towards the River Glin. Touchfire’s face crumpled in agony as they got closer. He moaned,
“Why do we have to پار, صلیب the River Glin? Why can we not just پار, صلیب the iron bridge one hundred and fifty یا so metres that way?” Touchfire pointed left.
“If آپ wanna lose another twen’y منٹ then go that way,” moaned Doughty back.
Athor then heard something. He stressed that they got a اقدام on because Krill’s troops were about half an گھنٹہ away. Theone thought hard then looked up at his team uncertainly...

Chapter Eight: 'What should we do?'

Skye looked up. Ferral was back from the docking area.
“What did they say, my friend?” Skye asked the swordsman.
“To sail anywhere it would cost us at least a hundred bronzes and at the most two hundred and fifty” Ferral replied testily.
“Bastards. I barely even have fifty platinums, enough, but still not enough to last me forever. How many do آپ have?” Skye enquired of Ferral. “About eighty platinum coins and a hundred bronzes. But we don't even know where we are going yet” Ferral growled.
“What should we do?” Skye asked the unanswered...