They left the following morning, quietly
slipping out of Riften before the sun rose. Merill lagged behind Silronwe and
Nalimir, listening as their chatter filled the dark air around them. She pulled
her fur hood low over her face, her breath floating in clouds from chapped lips
as they moved steadily northward. She kept quiet, Nalimir’s words still ringing
harshly in her ears. Not everybody’s out
to get you.
