It was now mid afternoon but the Sun was less harsh. Slowly grey clouds drifted over Castor and Anneli and began to drizzle. The left the thicket and continued to travel towards the northern mountain. The closer they walked the mire Castor realized how massive and daunting the mountain really was.
“We will pass a few more towns on the way to the mountain if we are careful we can probably got around it without being seen.”
“No,” remarked Castor, “we should go to a town soon. We are already out of food.”
Anneli looked at Castor’s bag and wondered if Castor regretted sharing some of his food with him.
“I don’t think I should go to town,” said Anneli quietly. Any interaction with the local town people ended badly. Castor sympathetically patted Anneli on the head.
“Alright then. I’ll go alone and we will meet afterwards.”