When she woke up they were still there staring at her like two crows waiting for the first fallen on the battlefield, Elidor was rekindling the fire, he had caught a hare, he continued to remain wary because he still felt that strange presence.

Sakna knowing full well that the two would not leave her alone moved away a few meters: "What do you want?" she whispered.

"Nothing, we were ordered to follow you".

"This then, who for what reason?".

The two men looked at each other and vanished. It was the first time that it had happened to her, the spirits had to answer her questions and obey her every order, who had freed them from that obligation? She had to understand who was behind that matter and find a way to make those ghosts talk, if the one who freed them from their obligation, can do the same with me perhaps. No, she didn't want to think about it, it couldn't be true, deluding herself that she could free herself from that condition would only serve to torture her, it wasn't the bond with the spirits that tormented her, but the condemnation of not being able to stay dead, the ancient curse cast on her by the elven people. When Elidor returned to the fire, he had left half a hare aside for her, she wouldn't have thanked him, his ancestral hatred towards their people would not have gone away even if he had killed every last one of them. Once in the saddle they headed north. After crossing the border with the county of Spoldor and continuing straight north-west, the landscape characterized by vineyards and apple and pear orchards had gradually given way to cultivated fields that would soon host the winter crops, chestnut trees, walnuts and hazelnuts, mixed with the ancient oaks and holm oaks. Towards evening they had almost reached the border with Son. Once they reached the small village Elidor decided that it was time to stop so, after having negotiated with the stableman for the change of horses, he rented a room at the inn.

"Don't do anything stupid, okay?"

Sakna said nothing, she couldn't get those two out of her mind, if they had been assigned to follow her she would soon see them again.

Once in the room Elidor threw himself on the bed, he hadn't slept comfortably since he had started his hunt, fortunately he would soon be free of her, and he would be freed from that obligation, he took a silver kita out of his pocket and threw it in the air a couple of times, frowned and put it back.

Sakna looked out the window, her jailer seemed intent on taking her even further north, towards the mountains that traced the natural border with Rawn-Lang, the northern continent. She imagined that once that story was over, she could cross those peaks, she knew a pass that would easily take her to the other side, there perhaps she would find some peace. Finally far away from all those who wanted only one thing from her, that she would put them in contact with the soul of some deceased and thus steal the secrets that they had taken to the grave. Mostly this is what they asked her, where they had hidden the money, some important deed or a compromising document, even knowing the simple truth about some event of which there were too many versions. Or they asked her to become the general of their army, as the elves did and he, shivered at the thought. On the road he saw a small caravan of vestrir pass, the Day of Birth had almost arrived and all the clans were heading to the Forest of Enchantments to celebrate what for them was the most sacred holiday of all. That day they would celebrate and thank their created Basandare and Basajaun. He had taken part in it so many times. He grabbed one of the cushions and settled on the ground in a corner trying to think of something else.

Elidor woke up and found himself alone, he couldn't believe he had let her slip out from under his nose like a novice, he took his things and ran downstairs finding her, to his great surprise, sitting at a table eating voraciously.

A corpulent woman, the waitress, smiled when she passed by him and said.

"I don't know where she's putting all that stuff, she eats more than an ogre."

he snorted and sat down in front of her.

"Come on, my love, but please eat without making any remarks, you'll be hungry" he pointed to the almost empty plates, he couldn't help but always have an arrogant tone, even knowing that he and she would pay for it, it was stronger than her.

He grimaced in disgust, then started eating without much desire: "Are you really going to let yourself be handed over?".

"What else could I do, you captured me and a poor woman like me, what can she do against an elf?" She leaned her back against the wall and stretched out her legs on the bench: «It's been a long time since I went this far north, a picnic was just what I needed». Sakna was scrutinizing the two who had reappeared, for the moment they were just keeping an eye on her. Even if they didn't seem to have bad intentions, not knowing who they worked for made her worry grow, with her reasoning she had come to only one possible conclusion, there must be some deity involved and she feared knowing who it was with Sould around, only they possessed enough power to cancel out hers.

Elidor got up from the table and went to pay, behind the counter was a bald and bony old man.

«Eighteen big heads» she gave him a dirty look «What's the matter, your little friend eats as much as a regiment» she added giggling. He paid visibly annoyed, grabbed his "little friend" by the arm, "It's time to move." They headed to the stables to get the horses that had already been saddled for them, resuming their journey. They would arrive soon, the appointment was at the castle of Rocciasecca.