Durail and Colodan crept slowly to the edge of a ravine. Something strange had drawn their attention. Smoke, or the smell of smoke. Colodan was obviously a natural the woods. Durail was an expert ...
Durail looked over his crew of men. Including himself, they numbered twenty total. A rather small number, but that was no matter. The hot summer air weight down on all of them, but the sweet smell ...