The journey began at dawn.
Finn stood at the edge of the clearing, watching Osmund emerge from the treeline with a pack slung over one shoulder. The short man's expression was unreadable, but Finn could clearly see from his body language that he was tense.
"Ready?" Osmund asked without preamble.
Finn nodded, checking his own supplies one last time. Not that he had much — a waterskin, some dried meat Vrylla had been instructed to give to him earlier in the morning, and the clothes on his back. Everything else he needed was inside him. His soul masses, his fragment… his secrets.
They set off immediately, with Osmund leading the way through the forest. The short Anaelle weaved and wound through paths like he could do it with his eyes closed. His years of experience on the island ensured that he knew exactly where they were going. With their current pace they were sure to make good time.
