Pidella was correct. The crest was there on all two dozen of the Archiwrecks. The broken arch could be seen clearly as they walked into the clearing. Archiwrecks. The name inspired fear in Ruby Lawks’ ears. Her Lady had had to deal with the raiders before. They lived for the ways of old, trying to bring forth the greatest magics and powers long lost to history. The members held no mercy for the living, so

No one expected Ona to save them all. Ona least of all. Ona was not a rustic creature. He enjoyed his life in the big city. While he was finding the outdoors to be kind of rad, they were missing some essentials. Like plumbing, or a decent coffee. He was cursed to be morose the entire day without his customary intake of caffeine. Figuratively cursed, of course. Regardless, Ona had spent most of the night

“How did you forget the tent?” “I thought you were bringing the tent?” “Why would I be bringing the tent? Did you at least remember sleeping bags?” “I thought we had a spell for that.” “We do?” “I think so?” This had gone on for two hours. Zibnizik wasn’t sure if he was still enraptured with Yuva, though he did know he wanted to scream. They currently were huddled underneath a piece of conjured tent.