What now? asked Roland.
Longbow gave him a lopsided smile. We found another band of travelers heading northward about thirty miles southeast of here and arranged for them to visit with the Tsurani.
Garret looked up at Roland with eyes darkly circled from fatigue. A band he calls it. Damn near five hundred moredhel moving in strength. Must have been a full hundred chasing us through the woods the last two days.