“Excellent. Perhaps you’d have a word with those two woodsmen who accompanied Allazar and I in our hunt of the Kraal?”
“Rollaf and Terryn?”
“Aye. They moved well in the forest. We may have need of their skills between Jarn and Calhaneth, and beyond come to that.”
“Calhaneth?” Jaxon asked suddenly, his eyes wide.
“Yes,” Gawain replied, slightly surprised. “You’ve heard of it?”
“Only in stories about the Old Kingdom, my lord.”
“What did they say about it?”
“Only one thing, my lord. No-one ever goes to Calhaneth.”
As torches were lit in the spreading gloom around them, the voice of Eldengaze rasped from Elayeen once more. “There are none who would journey to Calhaneth since its destruction.”
“Dwarfspit.”