BoomI waited in the dark shadow of the prison, looking up at the stars. They were so dim I could barely make out several that had shone bright while I travelled with Delsaran. Still, the night was dark. Hayyan was a mere silhouette, standing back from the wall, waiting. Marcus I couldn’t see; even the building he waited behind was almost invisible. I only knew where it was from the stars it blocked out.
I looked at the clay, stuck against the wall. I just needed to tap it and say the magic word, “Effusee,” and it would go off. Then I just had to run through the hole and distract all the guards.
Yeah, easy.
I had discarded my cloak, leaving my breastplate to gleam in the moonlight. Marcus had applied some paint on it, brown, green, and red, highlighting the bulbous patches from my battle
