CHAPTER NINETY-ONE
Ceraun was woken up to loud and raucous noises the next morning, it was barely dawn and yet everyone seemed to be up and about. The rescue ship was here! Macey came over to their tent at this point but most of them were already rousing from the noise. "Rise and shine, lads!" He greeted them in a gravelly voice, the piece of water grass back between his teeth. "I'm under orders to make sure you all get on the ship so up with you all." He continued in a level voice, lowered gaze sweeping around the tent even as he leaned his lanky body against one of the tent posts. Ceraun shared a look with Adrik who had slept just beside him, it was all very well that they would send a non-Mage to keep an eye on them but the First Mate's words and demeanour made it evident that there was more to it. "
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