30 VIOLYA V ambled through the city, adjusting her hood, stooping to conceal her towering height. The hood had been blown off as they followed the road over the crater wall. At the top, the severe wind had reminded her of the gale atop the Chaos Cliffs in Majute. But as they descended into the crater hole the wind dropped off and the thick heat rose up from the hot sand. An acrid sweat stench from thousands of residents hung heavy in the clotted air. V’s scarf covered all but her eyes. Her ragged cloak covered her weapons and her hands and feet were bound with tattered strips of cloth. The only skin on show was that on the tips of her fingers. They had to travel at this time from the outside slums, over the crater wall and towards the palace because this was when Jakira held her

