CHAPTER 62

The Crochans did not scatter to the winds.
As one, the Thirteen and the Crochans flew
to the southwest, toward the outer reaches of
the Fangs. To another secret camp, since the
location of the other was well and truly
compromised. Farther from Terrasen, but
closer to Morath, at least.
A small comfort, Dorian thought, when
they found a secure place to camp for the
night. The wyverns might have been able to
keep going, but the Crochans on their brooms
could not fly for so long. They’d flown until
darkness had nearly blinded them all, landing