Ryn stopped at the outer gate, hesitating once before pulling out the vial to inspect it once more.
The liquid inside spasmed and stuck onto one side of the glass like it was trying to break free.
A part of him wondered whether he should even take this path.
Amelia had told him that once she recovered, she'd follow the merchant to Khaz Vordun and try to look for the others.
Ryn wrapped his fingers around the vial before looping a leather cord around a hole in the cork and looped it around his neck like a necklace.
It sat nice and comfy against his chest, serving as a compass that would lead him to his objective.
He shook his head and took a step forward, into the semi-paved road, forcing himself to get moving.
There were no horses, carriages, or escorts.
Just the road stretching outward from Moran, narrowing as stone gave way to dirt… then to uneven ground.
And whatever waited at the end of it.
The road didn't last for long.
