C6 Chapter 6
Scet of the Amber Aerie sat on the rocky ledge, one that turned out quite a bit smaller than he had predicted, with a sharp stone jutting into his left butt cheek, and gritted, wind-washed sand in places a man didn't want such things. Still, he sat, ignoring his discomfort, and watched the woman sleep.
He had been right about her exhaustion. Six, she was hardly more than a walking corpse