The Sleetfell Forests south of Markev   Farald panted as he sprinted through the forest.    He had long since dropped his palise shield, painted in the gold and black of Haense, and abandoned his sword so that he could run faster. He only wished that he could pause to shed his breastplate and chainmail, but he had no such time. He dared not look, but he knew they were hot on his heels. One misstep would spell his doom, like it had done for Orik. He instantly regretted even th