A raven soared overhead in the mid-day, when the sun was its highest. Sedryn had sheltered from its watchful gaze in the shade of a large boulder which had rolled down from the rocky passes above. He had long heard of the black birds being used as spies and as nefarious messengers and while he did not necessarily believe them, he thought he had better not chance it so far from home. He did not share his mother’s affinity for them. The trail through the fords of the Bruinen was indistinct and changed with the seasons of the great river.
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