After he turned to follow her down from the ridge Kinnegar did his best to keep up with her as they made their way through the forest.  Never stopping Jira continued to press forward along the trails that she obviously had traveled many times and was brilliant at navigating, even in the dark and mist.<br/><br/>As they traveled he attempted to ask her questions but each time he even whispered her only response was the glare from her piercing eyes.  Just who does she think she is he thought to himself, this server from the tavern bossing him around.  But there were far deeper questions cursing through his mind at the moment.  What is all this talk about him, and why anyone would send so many men to kill a hapless farm boy who’s only protection was his uncle?  And the sadness of the loss of his uncle and aunt, that has not even set in yet.<br/><br/>Jira finally stops by the side of a large ravine and Kinnegar sits on a large boulder resting himself from the journey.  He is used to traveling such distances, but not after an entire day and night without sleep and especially not after running from whoever it is they were running from.  Jira looks at him and for the first time he sees the Jira he knows looking back at him instead of the glare from the taskmaster.<br/><br/><strong>“I won’t argue with you about sleeping, I can’t go another step and am about to collapse anyway.  But before I lay down, tell me what is going on and why are those men after us.  Did my uncle do something wrong?”</strong><br/>