Goldmight floated apart from the group. He smiled,and put his hands out to the fire. He basked in the warmth for a time. “You’re a lot like us, Bin.” Goldmight said. “The Leaves aren’t the best, or the most popular. We’re together, because we’re better that way.” “That’s a stupid way of putting it.” Pidelle said. she was enraptured in her books, making notes of a cobbled spell for a tent. “Is it?” Nutrose said.

There was rain in the trees. The soft downpour pittered down on the leaves, dabbing tears on the forest canopy. Beasts and birds flew away. They tried to find shelter and warmth from the weeping sky. One shelter moved slowly onwards. A carriage, with just over a half-dozen passengers, rolled over the dirt paths. The wheels churned through mud that was well on its way to becoming more water than earth. The carriage rolled to

“That boy is going to get himself killed.” Hilt muttered. “Because I’m going to be the one to do it.” “Hilt!” Book exclaimed. The sphinx ceased pacing, throwing her a look. “The Leaves?” Hilt asked. “Those rainbow castoff wannabee rebels? They’d find a way to muck this up even without a criminal organization in the area.” “And to top it off, Bin.” Book did a mental check of what he would need in order to