On Their Own Now

“I don’t like this one bit,” Engel said. He and Jente stood on the edge of a massive fjord that emptied out into the icy ocean.

“You didn’t seem to mind it when we sailed here.” Jente hefted an axe and started for the nearest useful-looking tree.

“I just don’t see why we have to go alone, just the two of us. You saw how well that worked last time.” Engel glanced over his shoulder. “I don’t see why we couldn’t have brought Dagaz or the twins or --”

“They need to learn to make boats on their own now.”