"Leria spends more time at his home than mine. And don't get me started about the triplets. Ever since they got their magical beasts, all they do is run through the woods with those furballs!"
"I hear you." Locrias nodded. "Now, however, I need you to listen to me. If I leave Gilly in there for too long, I'll have to buy half your shop for her birthday."
"You say it like it's a bad thing." The blacksmith rubbed his hands with greed.
"Oh, shut up." Locrias told Zekell about the bandaged man and the eerie news from Ghishal County. "Do you know anything about this?"
"Not at all, but that doesn't mean that man was lying." Zekell took out his communication amulet, checking the Web of Knowledge and the interlink. "No caravan travels while there is the risk of getting caught in a snowstorm or the maw of a pack of hungry beasts.
