Chapter Seventeen Talons and TremorsLater that day, Mai found Long sitting alone in the training chamber. Her delight at the removal of the pebble was overshadowed by talk about the underworld army, thousands of dementras waiting to fight, and everyone else seemed to feel the same way.
‘I wondered where you were,’ Mai said.
‘I will need to catch up with you.’
She looked puzzled.
‘Training,’ Long explained.
It was then she realised Fojan was right. Long had changed. He had never been interested in training before today, least of all trying to make any kind of improvement in his thoughtbanking. He was the laziest thoughtbanker in the village when it came to training.
‘Everything is so white and this place has a stale smell to it,’ Long said.
‘All old things have a stench of some sort.
