He nearly stopped his forward momentum when she said it. Another story, about people in the fog, gathered around a pyre. It sent a chill running down his spine, and he went quiet.
Another nudge at her spine with the club, and Owainn held the lantern higher, letting the beam cast ahead of them into the blinding fog. "You were drunk, eh?" It was more sensical than Esau and Lou had been. He wondered how many others saw this woman tied to a stake, burning up. He saw it. But he wasn't about to admit that to her.
"Take me to where you think you saw it." Curfew duty abandoned, if she had a bead on the place, he was going to see it with his own eyes.