As they approached the forest, the stench of burnt corpse and burnt wood hit their noses.
For some reason, there was also a reek of smoked meat. George pinched the bridge of his nose to reduce how much got in his nose, but he dropped his hand instantly.
"Steak?"
"Don't think so lightly." Killian reprimanded him, even if that thought had crossed his mind. How possible could it be that his kidnapped sister had a grill stand in the middle of the forest?
"It wouldn't be such a bad idea. She creates the fire and the forest supplies the meat. Herbs make good spices."
Killian subtly rolled his eyes at the joke. They reached a fork on the road and looked ahead. The large burning tree still stood ahead, and it seemed either of the roads would lead them to it.
"We separate."
"There's no use. She can only be at the end." Killian still looked at the tree's top, silently hoping that he would be pleased with what he'd find under it.
