CHAPTER 24
These smaller river boats on the Virtaengi were more exciting than the big one that had brought him to Tavnastok, Munraz decided. Closer to the water, shallower—less stable. But he liked the creak of the sails, and the tilt as the boat bit into the current, propelled against it by the wind. Like riding a horse and leaning into the curves.
The three vessels spread out during the day, but they camped together at night. How did they keep those robes clean around the fires? Even in their less formal robes, this wizard… troop impressed him with their seriousness. No more effete scholars. From somewhere they’d managed to dig up almost fifty men and women with a militant air who looked like they were eager to come along on this expedition.
Munraz remembered the story about the rogue
