"And that's how you got here." Said Seisyll, tapping his spoon against his cup to get rid of a stubborn drop of tea.
"Milda be blessed I thought I was going to lose my skin." Aleks replied.
He had narrowly escaped the camp's surveillance, slipping between the patrolling mages, and holding his chains tightly to prevent them from jingling. A sandstorm had arisen, blowing him into oblivion long enough for him to lengthen the distance between himself and his pursuers.
He had just killed Rose, one of the five royal flowers. From memory, only two were still alive.
In the darkness of the night and the burning sand, Seisyll and Captain Hookbooker had literally fallen from the sky to catch him off guard.
He had never been so pleased to be rescued by a fat tuna before.
The little group now floated above the clouds, hidden by the ashes of the active volcano.
