Chapter 308: Race to the Spire We raced out of the valley, and Ginger was the only one happy about the urgency. Mynasha was eager to overtake the others, but it would be four long days in the saddle. Maybe it was my cynicism about the Trials, but I was confident that Fioasha would probably just have to walk into his old village, be handed an artifact, and ride back.“We can stop in a village this evening and get supplies,” Mynasha said as she galloped beside me.I suspected the nearest villages might have been warned about Mynasha and would not offer timely aid. “There is no need. I have enough food for us and the horses to get us to the mountain.” She looked surprised, but I didn’t want her to dwell on my dimensional space. “I was prepared for this eventuality,” I said dismissively. Thinking ahead to possible problems, I asked, “Is there a trail going up the Spire for the horses?”The lightning cleric bounced beside me in her saddle, assessing me again before replying, “I believe the summit is only accessible on foot, but I have never been there. Some of the past Supremes used to make a pilgrimage to seek the wisdom of the giants. I know not all of them returned.” That was not what I wanted to hear.If there was lore about dealing with the storm giants, perhaps we should have spent some time talking with Glasha before we left. The road was familiar as we headed north, but we soon turned off the main road to follow a lesser road that paralleled the coast. It should be easy to find the Spire, as it was on the northernmost tip of the continent.When we took our first break at a spring to water the horses, I pulled out meat buns for us and grain to go with the grass the horses were eating. Of course, Ginger also needed an apple for (...)