Darragh slumped in the back of a wagon as it trundled down the ancient roadway that led out of the Vale of Mists and followed the River Luath toward Lothian City. He never imagined that he'd have an opportunity to escape the Vale of Mists so soon after last night's celebratory banquet, but at the same time, he wished that he'd been able to get a proper night's sleep before taking the risk to make an escape.
"You look half dead, Darragh," Eamon teased him from the wooden bench on the opposite side of the wagon. "You're still young, aren't you? Don't tell me that you never stayed out drinking the night before Lord Owain summoned us to hunt for him. I won't believe you even if you say that you didn't."
