Cicera was the only unoccupied member of the ragtag group, and yet she stood by and watched as Dresden stepped away from Bren - who was still struggling to stay standing, Vica wanted to remark - to kick away the wide, gently sloping mound of packed dirt. There were small huts scattered around the area still, and she wondered if there were people watching them. Maybe this place wasn't so out in the open, but anyone could walk by and see them.
Especially after they went through the door that appeared under Dresden's foot. The flat depression in the ground was wood, it turned out, like a sort of cellar door if there were no cellar. Vica frowned.
"Once we go in there, who's going to cover over the door from the outside?" she asked. "Unless you're saying one of us has to stay behind and conc
