Guided by visions

Alexis couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to her life.

Here she was, following a man she didn’t trust because he apparently was granted visions of her lost friends, which he in turn had utilized to forcefully enlist her on whatever crazy quest the vision giver had sent him on.

Puppets on a string. She hated the feeling of being played by higher forces, and not being able to do a darn thing about it.
But that seemed to be the situation, and she would just have to cope with it. Lamenting her fate would not get her anywhere.

At least she could agree with traveling at night. She had considered doing just that even before she met Tar, given she wasn’t exactly welcome in the Fang. So she tried to supplement their provisions when the opportunity presented itself and looked for well hidden crooks and nannies when it was time to settle down for the day.

Tar led them quite a ways away from where Islana’s group was supposed to go. Again she wondered if she should just go there, if all of Tar’s visions were just a hoax and she was wasting her time. But she knew, somewhere along the line, she had accepted that yes, this was happening. She would see this through.

And that meant that, first of all, they needed to find themselves a place well hidden from the village’s denizens. Second order of business was getting some reconnaissance on the place in the cover of the mountain’s rough terrain and the shadows of the dying light. She needed to know what she was dealing with.