Twenty-Two

By the time I was woken up by Caspian, we had reached a small town called Pretrinos Toichos, which translated to Rock Wall, as the entire town was surrounded by a large naturally formed canyon that protected them from the outside world.

It was a small town but seemed to flourish with many different types of creatures, all bustling and running about as we entered what looked to be a marketplace.

“Let’s see if there is an inn we can stay at. Stay here, I’ll look around,” Rosalyn said.

We seated ourselves on a bench outside a small flower shop, the aromatic smell overpowering. Caspian kept sniffling and sneezing around them.

“Come on, let’s go over there, she can still see us,” I said and walked him over to the blacksmith where there was another bench.

“You folks clearly aren’t from around here. What brings you to Petrinos?” the gruff and burly man asked as he beat an axe with a hammer, straightening out the piping-hot han