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Chapter 852: A Like-minded Friend


When the sun touched the Impassable Mountain Range, the range’s shadow began to grow — slowly at first, then with the sureness of a tide, spreading across the Barbarian Land’s predominantly brown expanse until sky and earth dissolved together into darkness. The green patches below were swallowed last.

Lorgar had never seen anything like it. Even mounted on a creature as vast as Maggie, the beast’s shadow was a small, irrelevant thing against such immensity. They flew fast, and still the darkness came on. You could not outrun a mountain range’s shadow. You could not outrun the sheer size of this place.

It filled her with something that was not quite fear, but was close to its border.

Lightning pulled alongside her and whistled. “Down. We’re here.”

Maggie banked, and the ground rushed up. For a moment Lorgar’s stomach floated free of her body and she grabbed a fistful of the creature’s skin, holding on until the shock of landing settled back into solid earth.

“This is our Exploration Group’s secret base,” Lightning announced, waving her over toward a massive tree stump. Lorgar followed — and then stopped.

The stump was hollow. A small door faced the steep hillside. Inside, stacked firewood, simple stone chairs, the smell of old wood and cool air.

“It’ll take two days to fly to Taquila,” Lightning said, pushing open the window opposite the door, letting the air move through until the worst of the decay smell cleared. “We’ll spend the night and leave early tomorrow. Now — barbecue time. Wait until you taste my toast.”

“Did you build this?” Lorgar looked around slowly.

“I found it. Nature built it.” Lightning struck a fire, and the inside of the stump warmed orange. “Some worm ate it hollow. The top collapsed in a storm and the branches made a natural roof. Maggie cut the window and door. We have several places like this in the Barbarian Land. An observant explorer always finds shelter.”

Lorgar held that answer against what her eyes were telling her. The door and window both had bolt locks. A section of the roof above the fire pit could be hinged open — venting smoke, but also serving as an emergency hatch, she noted. The firewood was stacked on raised shelves, away from the floor’s moisture. Two drainage ditches ran across the packed earth. The room smelled of decay but was not damp.

These were not the arrangements of a child playing at adventure.

She began to revise her estimate of the Neverwinter Exploration Group.

Maggie retrieved jerky from her pack and held it over the bonfire, humming something melodically shapeless. Lightning produced condiment cans from her belt and sprinkled them with practiced precision across the sizzling surface. The cooperation was automatic, unrehearsed — the smoothness of a habit too established to require discussion.

The smell that filled the stump made Lorgar’s mouth betray her.

“Try it.” Lightning offered a piece.

She took it. Hesitated. Put it in her mouth.

Rich layers broke across her tongue — warm, oily, the salt of spices cutting through fat, the outer char giving way to tender interior. Something in the wilderness had produced a meal that would not have embarrassed the finest feast in Iron Sand City.

Her tail moved. She could not help it.

She breathed out the lingering warmth from her throat. “So — so good.”

“Of course it is — it’s not common meat, coo!” Maggie puffed up with pride. “Giant lake frog from the Icespring of the Great Snow Mountain. I worked hard to catch it. Each leg is as large as Lightning. We could only preserve it and eat it slowly.”

Lorgar stopped chewing. “Lake frog? Is that — edible?”

“Don’t worry.” Lightning’s expression said she had seen this exact face before. “Explorers exist to explore the unknown. Unfamiliar food is part of it.”

Lorgar bit her lip. She looked at the remaining piece in her hand. She closed her eyes and swallowed.

She savored the aftertaste. Then she looked at Lightning. “Are there only two members of this Exploration Group?”

“Three now.”

“Why do you want me to join?” Lorgar chose directness. “I came to the Western Region to challenge strong opponents and improve my fighting. Exploring the unknown doesn’t interest me.”

Lightning went quiet — a rarer thing than silence in most people. “The other witches seldom leave Neverwinter. The ones who want to go out have more important things to stay for — factories, machines. My father said one person alone can’t complete a real adventure, so I have to build my own team. You’re the only witch we’ve met in the Barbarian Land.”

Lorgar heard the thing underneath the words. This was not a passing fancy, not a child’s game — this little girl was serious about it in the way that mattered, in the way that most people never recognized until you showed them what it looked like up close. The loneliness in Lightning’s tone was the particular loneliness of someone whose dream everyone had already decided was not a real dream.

She had known that loneliness herself. Before she had won enough challenges to be recognized as a real warrior, female fighters in Iron Sand City were considered aberrations at best, follies at worst. No one had understood her dedication. Few had tried.

Lorgar looked at the fire for a moment. Then she pretended to be casual about it. “Since I’m a member of the Exploration Group — what do I do next?”

Lightning’s eyes lit. She pulled a parchment map from her pocket and handed it over. “The unexplored areas are marked. If you pass through them, draw what you find — bird nests, honeycombs, wolf caves, anything. It all counts.”

“But you can’t have any of it alone,” Maggie interrupted, very serious. “That’s the most important rule. You have to wait until we come back and we eat everything together!”

Lorgar unfolded the map. She studied it. In the spot labeled eagle nest, someone had drawn two chicken drumsticks and four eggs with careful precision.

She did not know whether to laugh or despair.

She folded the map away. “When you say ‘come back’ — you’re leaving for Neverwinter?”

“His Majesty Roland is sending troops to the Eastern Region and Hermes. We’ll likely go with the First Army — scouting, cannon-fire corrections. A few months at minimum.” Lightning patted her own chest with authority. “His Majesty depends on us when he needs intelligence on the enemy. While we’re gone, you’re in charge of exploration in the Barbarian Land.”

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