TIARA THORNELLS
We continued walking in silence for a while. Randolf, using his heightened senses, led us deeper into the forest. After a while, we spotted a house in the distance, nestled among the trees. It was clearly occupied, smoke was rising steadily from the chimneys, and warm yellow light spilled softly through the curtains behind its closed glass windows.
“Stay here. You can’t let yourself be seen,” I told Randolf as I turned to face him. “Hide behind that big tree. If they let me in... then it means our plan worked.”
“Alright,” he agreed, though his voice remained cautious. “But I’m not leaving right away. I want to make sure everything’s okay.”
I nodded in understanding, then stepped out from our hiding spot behind the large tree. I made my way across a narrow wooden bridge
