Samples
Moving again. The smog hasn’t lifted yet. Nor has it got any worse. It’s just there, over us all the time; and it unsettles me no end. This trek is dragging on and on and I have to admit I thought things would be rougher in here. I wish they were. At least if Gerridian’s empire was crawling with nastiness, everything would probably get resolved quicker. I’d expected to be on my way home by now.
Sara doesn’t know how long before the real action kicks in. When we reach the horseshoe mountains, she says. At least Kanar’s more positive. He told me this morning that when Gerridian makes his move, he’ll make it quickly. He also thinks Gerridian may not know our position. He could have laid that smog spell over a vast area to try and draw us into making mistakes.
At least Armbranch isn’t too bored. He was up before dawn examining the vegetation around our camp. He even took some samples, although he had to wait until all the liquid drained from the twigs and leaves before storing them away. I’ve no idea why he wants samples. Perhaps he can learn something from them. Or perhaps it’s just his nature. Either way, it made me feel better to watch him do it. He’s not as afraid in here as I am. Nervous, yes. But not afraid.
It’ll be dark soon. Cutter found some dead wood earlier so at least tonight we’ll have the luxury of a fire and some hot food. Can’t wait.
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