We left without torches.
Light would draw attention to us, so it was best to stick to our night vision. And even the moon lit a path for us.
In order to get there fast and not get tailed, Damar suggested I ride one of them.
Since it was late and there was not much vision, I decided to cling to Damar's bag, like a piggyback ride.
"Let's not go too fast. If we're too fast, we'll make a lot more noise." I said to him and he nodded.
And this way, Fenric could keep up without having to transform into his beast form.
We slipped past the edges of the tribe, moving fast and quietly. The farther we went, the quieter everything became. Even the insects seemed to thin out, their sounds trailing off with our speed until there was only the heavy brush of Damar's tail over the ground and Fenric's light footsteps.
The path south was rarely used.
No one had reason to go there—no one sane, at least. Since it was believed to be cursed, everyone avoided it as much as possible.
