Sunlight filters through the budding tree limbs as the lower branches scrape against you and your mounts. The Sukiskyn homestead fades from sight behind you, and with it the smell of charred wood. The stench of goblins, however, remains in the air, and while the going is slow, you have no trouble following their progress through the woods.
After about an hour, the woods open to reveal the great eastern moors. To your left, the Dymrak Forest continues north. To your right, the goblin tracks continue under the shadows of the giant oaks.
Taras breathes deeply, then smiles. "If you go that way," he says, pointing north, "it's a days journey to the Cherkass homestead. That's where my wife Alfana's from.
"If we go the way the goblins went," he adds, "you'll come to the Segenyev after about a day and a half. But this," he says, pointing to the moors spreading out before him, "this is paradise. This is where we find our horses. You gotta be careful, though," he warns. "There are bogs out there that will suck you down." Taras snaps his fingers. "Just like that!"
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