For the first time in many days Jorn felt at ease. Who would have guessed following a dark skinned demon with horns over paths once traveled with the Rosy Palm would make him comfortable. He snickered at the thought. But he had been on edge for so long that food and the slim idea that he was safe for at least a time felt like sunshine on a lazy beach.
He didn’t need conversation. Alcuian lead with a good pace. In fact walking behind the fiend Jorn could appreciate the real power in Alcuian’s stride. He wondered again how Aleria really found him, or called him, or summoned him, or got stuck taking care of him. Jorn’s mind began to play with the idea of having some companion, some friend, for years and years. He couldn’t help but think of Tomas.
That sadness was out of place in the sunlight of his first free day. Just as he pushed his old friend from his mind he heard a voice above the path. It was not a yell of attack or warning but a friendly tone that surprised Jorn causing him to look up the rocks.
On the path ahead was the women who shared a meal with Tomas in the tavern. Ships. She was here for the same reason as they. Jorn blinked and tried to look out over the glistening waters. The sun made the blue water merge with the cloudless sky. He squinted and then jumped up on the rock to see better. Instead of answering the woman he put his hand over his brow and looked. He had a hard time seeing anything.
“Where?” He squinted to her to see what direction she was looking and then followed quickly to do the same. He looked so hard he had to blink several times.
“Alcuian, you do everything better than I. Can you see the ships? Tell us what you see.”