As he sat against Nala's back, he sighed and drank from his cup, the bitter spirits stinging his throat as it went down. Vaarl couldn't even begin to deal with his feelings right now. All of his strength couldn't help him now, and after last night he knew he needed a better plan than the usual plan of not drawing attention. His body was tired, and he was too. He had not been inside a town in nearly a year now. He was going to have to stock up on bandages, arrows, and alcohol soon. Vaarl looked down the road distrustfully.<span style="font-style: italic">I have to find help.</span><br/><br/>Yvaal wasn't far from him, Vaarl could feel it, and when he found him it wouldn't be good. He had to be sure when they met, it would be on Vaarl's terms.