Outside Misthalin

About an hour passed. Chris sat in the cart. Jen was leaning against the tree. The fire had died out, leaving it charred. There had been an uncomfortable silence, other than Eric pacing about, mumbling to himself. He abruptly stopped and looked up.
"Okay," Eric said, quietly. "Someone tell me where we're going."
Chris looked up. He thought back to yesterday, what he was doing. He remembered the bridge, being chased by bandits, and... "Milo..."
"What?" Eric asked.
"Nothing... let's just keep following the road. It still hasn't split."
"Alright then. Let's go."