Rowan and I floated high above the spirit's hunting ground.
"I don't like this, sir." Rowan said for what must have been the twelfth time.
"Yes, yes, I know. You've made your position on this quite clear."
"Obviously not, sir, or you wouldn't be doing something so stupid."
I looked at my friend, and pointed to the forest below us. "Let's put it this way." I said. "We kill whatever it is that's hunting the dark spirits, and they, in turn, kill all the necromancers, which will free up the Tumen to start striking into enemy territory, and pull some of the pressure off Jult. I bet you feel a little better about it now, huh?"
Rowan sighed. "Yes, sir." I doubted his sincerity.
"Okay, Ilargia, drop us down slowly."
About ten seconds later, Ilargia shuddered, and almost knocked us to the ground.
- Lukas. He said, struggling to make himself heard. There's a book down there.
"Okay, easy then." I looked at the trees below me. "Think we could survive the drop, lad?"
