Making it to the border of Murduk and Climont turns out to be more difficult than Olisnia originally believed. Every village she passes, or citizen she meets, is able to tell who, what, she is.

Even the farming town that she now enters. She is just a few miles from the border of Murduk, but exhaustion is taking its hold of her. Every individual she passes halts all movement, watching her. Their gazes are filled with distrust, and mostly fear.

Living on the Hemrick ...