Snow remained atop the mountain to our front, lasting well beyond that which has disappeared down here on the desert floor. We should arrive at its base in one more night march.
That occasion will mark the extent of the instructions given to us by Quasimo. Elijah intimates that he has a sense for our next immediate destination, but thus far has not divulged it to me, wanting instead that I confirm it independently.
I am asking, but no answer has been forthcoming. Neither between my first and second watch, nor after the second.
I was tired and nodded off.
Perhaps during tonight’s march. I pray for a revelation.
Before drifting off again my thoughts turned to our absent friends.
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