Chapter 15
People crowded the camp as the sun dipped below the trees. Snow Bringer and Cedric stood waiting as countless masses came up to shake hands or pray to the Mother for their safe journey. A jet-black horse of normal stature stood next to them, the steed the Gypsy had chosen for the trek. Past her, a few had decided that they wished to go on the quest with them, and they lined up neatly, waiting to begin. Each steed was packed with tents, food, and anything else each believed they would need in the coming weeks.