I’m not even certain how the horses are still alive. It’s not as if we’re in a place Pruinn can forage for food, and I can’t believe he still has barrels of hay for them. This place isn’t just desolate, as parts of Sixth are. It’s sterile, empty. Creepy. And yet, the further we go, the keener Pruinn seems to become.
I'm wondering if Pruinn is fae
