Chapter 67

THEY DIDN'T venture out into the street but hobbled along some of the same alleys and pathways Wil had traveled with Brayden mere moments ago, taking twists and turns that wound toward the more prosperous residences, to the business district, and on through the slums again. Several times they had to duck behind stray bushes or into a shadowed alcove to avoid a passerby, but by and large the way was fairly clear, the majority of the city's residents attending to their market business. Wil tried to keep track of their path, tried to remember where they'd zigged then zagged, but it only took a few minutes before he was completely lost and dependent upon the strange man who'd turned out to be surprisingly gentle as he dragged Brayden through the underbelly of Chester.