“Any idea which one that is?” Breslin asked.
“I’d like to take an educated guess and say Drammli Falls,” Tristofer said.
“On Lentari’s eastern coast?” Breslin asked. “The Great Sea of Koralis is a long ways away. What makes you say that?”
“The cliffs give it away. Look at it. See those crags and indentations? The cliffs bordering the eastern sea are like that. I saw it for myself a number of years ago.”
Breslin nodded. He sat down and pulled out his pipe. “Then it’s settled. We leave for Drammli Falls at first light.”
He lit the tip of a twig from the hearth and held it out to his pipe, inhaling as he did so. In just a few moments his tobacco was lit.
“Rhamalli, if you’re listening, and I know you are, we’ll see you there.”
Venk and Athos both stifled a laugh.
Chapter 7 – Not Fond of Heights, Either
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