The woods were cool, the green of the leaves just starting to turn in some places. I watched them as we passed, the limbs seeming to reach toward Fynn as we moved.

"Who's Lord Fynn?" I asked after a couple of hours of silence.

"What?" Fynn asked, pretending like he hadn't heard me. I could feel the way his back straightened though, and I knew that he knew what I was referencing.

"The bandits the other day. They were saying something about bringing an end to ...