Lucien did his best to act casual as he made his way behind the rocks. Sure enough, crouched quietly there was a familiar figure in a pale blue mage robe.
It was one of the missing—Celyn Thorn, the mage among the three teammates Lorne had been desperately searching for.
A deep gash marred the left side of her face, and her robe hung in tatters. The moment she spotted Lucien, she flinched and bolted. Lucien followed in silence, neither of them making a sound as they moved.
Though Ironrock Mountain had sparse vegetation, there were still trees scattered here and there. Without a word, the two of them dashed into a patch of woods about a hundred meters away, where they finally stopped.
