Raen stared at the gorge before him. The footing was perilous at its edges, and he cautiously kept himself as far away from the loose rocks and dying foliage as he could. Mountains stood on either side of it, and there was no easy way to get down. If there had been any paths leading to the bottom, they had been worn away by wind and water in the distant past. Wind howled inside the ravine, whipping up the morning fog. Raen couldn’t see the bottom, but it was easily several kilometers below. “I wish you wouldn’t do that,” Gaiel said, standing at Raen’s side. “Do what?” Raen asked. *** *** *** ***