<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/ziroI26VIc5XOeev_IdjzO-rKr-pCcBrjrkB8QMxBws.jpg?width=640&amp;crop=smart&amp;auto=webp&amp;s=dc142dd6e52a45a9b29d98a3cbd8ec02ed78c04c)</div>The scout's protests did not sit well with Carissa. If the path was gone this meant the land would be utter chaos. Would they find the civilization they saw before? Would they be gone? As they traveled forward Carissa remembered the bronze dagger. Would there suddenly be a steel wielding culture? There was no way of knowing but to press on.<br/>She sat on the horse's back alert and posed. Her back was erect and head held high, her hand rested on the pommel of her sword.