The Shattered Goddess (2015)
“They crawled out of their tent into the dim, grey dawn and found themselves surrounded by men and women scurrying in all directions, gathering goods into bundles, loading burdens on animals, and filling waterskins from the fountain in the middle of the square. The caravan was making ready to depart. Ginna and Amaedig folded their tent and joined the rest.
Gutharad walked up to them, less in a hurry than most of the others. His pack was on his back; his lute hung from one shoulder, and he looked ready to go anywhere.
“Good morning.” he said.
“Good morning,” said Ginna. “Why are we leaving in such a rush? I thought we were supposed to stay in the city for several days.”
Amaedig looked from side to side. “These people act like they’re scared. They don’t smile or sing as they work.”
“I don’t know for sure,” said the minstrel, “but there’s a good chance they are scared.
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