Hodgenock and Knoxby stepped inside Merrihaven. They were dirty, sweaty and tired, but most of all, hungry. They headed for the dining hall.
“You’re back,” called Griselda, from the top of the stairs. “Where are the others?”
“They refused to leave,” said Hodgenock.
Griselda hurried down the stairs. “And the Jammers?”
“All was quiet when we left,” said Knoxby. “The dwarfs are in the mines and the harpy is standing guard.”
“They need Roanin and Celadine,” said Hodgenock. “How are they?”
“Roanin is better, but not strong enough to make the journey. Celadine, I’m afraid, is worse. The shifters have full control. To safeguard her and ourselves, she is chained in the cellar.”
Hodgenock and Knoxby glanced at one another, then back at Griselda.
“If you go down there, you will understand,”
