Eleanor and Maíra set off once their strength had returned. No goblins or any other monsters disturbed them during their meditation, nor along the quiet march towards the water source.
Yet when they finally arrived, disappointment struck them both.
"This isn't a river," Maíra said flatly. She pointed towards a distant cascade. "The water's just coming down from that waterfall and spreading across the land. Should we cross the stream and check the other side?"
Eleanor paused, studying the flow. "No. We follow the water. I think this trickle distracted us. If we stay with it, it should lead us to the river."
They pressed on, following the narrow stream. Luck remained with them… not a single monster barred their way.
