Emma
SkaiGalen Derricson and Kolysakr
With one fleeting look at Kolysakr, Galen hefted his axe and left the chamber with Alph. The door was stick a mess, allowing them to see clearly the rapidly darkening sky. It was clear, which was good, if there had been clouds they might have ended up traveling at night in the rain. "Come on, we'll need to cross the river. There's a wooden bridge further up, it's close to the traps." By wooden bridge he meant a few thin boards strung together to pass over a narrow part of the river. It wasn't very safe, but it was fast and with agents of the King around...
[color=green]"Shouldn't be far, the river bends somewhere around here."[color] Gale commented distractedly. He hadn't really had time for anything to sink in, but the stress was starting to get to him. How long until they were safe? How long was a trip to the elves? How safe was a trip to the elves? Would they shoot them on sight? Would they be caught? Would they be caught tonight? He gripped his axe tighter at the thought.
He only barely noticed the mud getting thicker, and the puddles getting wider. When the river came into sight, he cursed. The bridge was gone, the narrow part of the river was totally blown open and a wide section of fast-moving water separated them from the other side. Luckily, he could see the traps from where he stood, and pointed them out to Alph. The curve of the river meant most of the water's force was pushing on the east side, sparing the delicate fishing traps on the west side. "Looks like we'll have to swim."
Gale approached a nearby tree and sank the head of his axe into it's bark, not wanting it to get wet and rust. He then hung Lanarí's satchel from a branch and took his shirt and hung it from the branch as well, then he left his shoes at the tree's base. Nights were not particularly cold in these parts, but having wet clothes was sure to make the chill unbearable.