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“We’ll be fine,” Kester said, tightening the webbing on his pack. “They don’t expect us to do anything, so we stay out of the way, out of trouble.”
Daventree nodded. He shuffled his shoulders—his own pack sat snug, but already his back was too warm, and his shoulders ached. Honestly, after the exercise regime Kester had encouraged him to follow, Daventree knew he should be in better shape.
“If we’re not needed, then there’s no reason for us to go with them. We could have remained at the camp, ready for their return.”
“You don’t want to see this building? I reckon it’s the bunker thing Rodin and Paskia escaped from. Only heard bits of the story, so it’ll be interesting to learn more, right?”
“I can’t say I share your enthusiasm.”
They’d set off from the camp before first
