"I found it on the only mountain road leading out of Creek Valley Town," Robert said, cautiously watching Hutson's reaction.
Seeing no immediate shift in Hutson's expression, he continued, his tone slightly defensive. "I swear, I only picked it up. That sorcerer's death had nothing to do with me."
Hutson observed Robert's unease and realized he was misunderstanding the situation.
"I have no connection to that sorcerer," he said evenly. "I don't even know who he was. I'm not here to blame you for his death."
Relief washed over Robert's face, and he let out a slow breath.
"Creek Valley Town…?" Hutson murmured. The name was unfamiliar to him.
Turning back to Robert, he asked, "Where exactly is it?"
"It's east of Stormhold. If you travel on horseback, it takes about three days to reach." Robert spoke with certainty, clearly familiar with the geography.
Hutson's gaze narrowed. "Is there anything unusual about the place?"
