As soon as our group reached the outer clearing of Camp, Orlo intercepted us and went directly to Niralessa. “Oh, thank goodness you’re back.” His posture was fidgety and uneasy. “We have some visitors.”
Visitors? Oh no. My spirits plummeted. Our last set of visitors resulted in way too many deaths.
Niralessa tensed. “What kind of visitors?”
“They say they’re friends of Nirrin.” He turned his three eyes on me, questioning.
All the other eyes in our group focused on me as well, and I got defensive. “What? I have friends. Why is that so surprising?” Actual questions flitted through my mind, though. Which friends were they, and what were they doing here? How did they even find us?
“Where are they now?” Niralessa asked Orlo coldly, clearly displeased.
He gazed toward the center of Camp,
