A Parting of Ways

"What's wrong?" Clay asked when he noticed Exile's grim expression.

Exile cursed as he glanced at his brother somewhere behind him. He noticed that Noslin appeared to be unusually close to his brother as they talked. 'That could be trouble in the future.' Exile sighed as he turned his attention back to Clay.

"I just got some bad news from Allyce."

"What kind of bad news? Is something happening down there?"

"No, it's bad news for us. There're too many ears around just now. I'll fill everyone in once we get settled in Himinbjörg."

Exile frowned as they exited the narrow tunnel and found themselves on a stone bridge. The bridge spanned a black lake that made Clay groan. Memories resurfaced as they both realised where they were. However, neither of them wanted to speak about it.