“There it is,” Kovar pointed. “The Cathedral of the Red
Sign.”
Everyone stopped and strained to see the crimson spires
in the fading light.
“We must be careful now,” he said. “They will be watching
the land with their magic.”
The party instinctively crouched down.
“We’ll camp here and wait for darkness; it will be hide
us from their mundane defenses,” Kovar announced. Without waiting for a
response, he pulled blanket out of his pack, wrapped himself in it, and pulled
his cap down over his face. Moments later, he was snoring quietly, leaving it
to others to stand guard.
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