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Chapter 28
Stefan
Stefan resisted the urge to pull the other arrow out. It was amazing the man stayed awake this long. But it was obvious Jimmy couldn’t leave his well being in the hands of the ‘dullard’ he associated with.
“Give me something to go on. How can I find her?” Stefan asked, feeling his impatience reaching its tipping point.
Jimmy was shaking now. His body would go into shock, if it wasn't already. His death seemed imminent unless Stefan sent him back to town right now.
When Jimmy spoke again his speech was slurred and heavily accented, “I think… I think there was another adventurer after her. We saw him in town. He wore a dark cloak. We didn’t get a good look at him. Maybe his hearthstone left traces of magic? You could trace it.”
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