“Why did we visit Onacona first?” Travis asked as he and Will walked up the winding road.“I didn’t want word to reach her that I might be coming. She values her privacy enough to kill anyone that crosses an imaginary line in the sand. We literally caught her with her pants down.” Will said. “And it was still a nasty fight just to disengage.”“Hmm.” Travis mused.“And you never wanna do the easy thing first. Do the hard thing first while you’ve still got the energy.” Will said.“You sure this is gonna be easy?” Travis asked, glancing up the winding road, designed so that each switchback gave a new vantage of the castle of bone ahead of them. Allowing them to take in how much bigger it was getting.“I gotta hunch.” Will said, “Did you see how big the signs were that Onacona placed threatening tresspassers?”“Those were placed by other Climbers.” Travis said, shaking his head.“Exactly. Now compare Onacona’s complete absence of a sign with THAT sign!” Will pointed at Mordaine’s castle in the distance, with the skull-turrets and the ominous storm randomly releasing a bolt of dramatic lightning.KABOOM!For an instant, the rows of skulls decorating the castle were brought into stark relief by the flash of light.“Onacona relies on word of mouth and a 100% kill rate to be left alone. Mordaine communicates, like a puffed-up bird. It isn’t much but it’s leagues ahead of the huntress.”“So why are we walking?” Travis asked.“Different strokes to survive different faefolk,” Will said. “Oh wow, look at that,” Will said, pointing to the castle, where a previously hidden torrent of rain created a dark shadow that hung off the side of the castle in a visually pleasing, if ominous, way.“I don’t get it.”Will snagged Travis’s shoulder and brought his ear in close.“The guy is obviously proud of his castle. Appreciate it, you (...)