The days went by with only me and Jeff trying to get busy with what we needed to do while making sure that no one could recognize us in the small country of Careon.

He tends to my horse, Gram, every after our breakfast and I always look for something to do, working in the kitchen, cleaning and doing our laundry, sorting them out to hang and dry, mainly by the wind because the sky was just so miserably dark even at the noon, with heavy clouds and cold rain.

This place isn’t too far from the Tyrell Pack but the weather here is just so drastically different, unlike there,...