Chapter 192: What the Tower Found
Kalv'gra Border Road,
The Jagged Maw into the Whispering Peaks,
Dabok's POV
The supply-caravan finally breached the horizon just as the brutal, four-night ride bled into a wretched grey dawn.
The wagons were jammed deep into a jagged ravine between two towering rock faces.
They had masked their cooking fires well. I nearly rode right past the ditch myself.
My ancient knees had stopped screaming somewhere around the third sun. That silence worried me more than the agonizing aches ever had.
An old orc's flesh only goes that quiet when it decides pain is a waste of breath. Or, perhaps, the steady swell of my essence was finally burning the weakness out of my bones.
Durg's predatory stride slowed as we descended the final, gravelly slope. The massive ghost-wolf caught the scent of the camp long before my eyes picked out the hidden sentries.
