Alim shook his head and walked toward the shack. Hruodland fell into step a little behind the Saracen, eyeing the sleeping ghilan as he did. He counted a couple dozen in their pack, a much smaller number than had attacked their army.

Alim froze and glanced back at Hruodland. "The area is warded. As foul as this place is, he is thorough with his magic."

"What does that mean?"

"It means he will know if we come closer, and also that it will be hard to move any further without great force of will."

"You deal with the ghuls—"

"Ghilan."

"—and I will deal with the Vasco."

"What do you expect me to do with the ghilan?"

"I don't know," Hru...

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