“Alright,” I said to Vance slowly, “make sure to bring something for the camels too.” His smile creased upward the smallest bit.
“Of course. I shan't be long.” He gave me a short bow before turning back and striding toward the wall. His body blocked my view, but with a few deft hand motions Vance caused a section of the wall to slide away noiselessly. At least that explained the lack of an entrance.
With a final glance and nod in my direction, Hawke turned and marched after our guide. They disappeared into the depths of the revealed hallway, and after a couple of moments the wall closed up once more, leaving me alone with the camels.
Waiting was always difficult for me. I'd lived my whole life in a whirlwind of working, whether it was my chores during my slave days or my unending travel
