13. Voices in the AetherPhoenix unhooked a curling brass horn from the wall and, standing in one of the open archways, sounded a deep, blaring note into the open air. A few minutes later Ran and Lugg arrived up the spiral stairs, Ran first, both of them breathing heavily. Lugg had cuts and grazes to add to his existing wounds. His forearm, where Ran had begun work on the tattoos, dripped blood freely. He didn't appear to be troubled by any of it. In truth, he looked happier than she'd seen him. He stood close to Ran as they gathered around the wyrm road map and Phoenix repeated the news from the river.
“We must decide where to go,” said Nox. “If we stay here they'll kill us all, sooner or later.” Nox glanced at Phoenix who nodded his assent, a frown deepening the lines on the old man's fa
