Chapter Twenty-Seven
WE SAT IN THE HUB of my apartment, waiting for something to happen. The information we got through from the Exchange kept us informed of where the warring parties were.
Most of the Washing Stones groups hung out on the small islands and the reed beds off the gamra island. We could see them in blobs of light grey on the scans that Devlin obtained.
The Thousand Island Pengali had come into the delta and were making straight for the island. Devlin estimated that the first of those people would reach the island within the next hour.
I also asked for a wider scan and found what I was looking for: evidence of activity on the top of the escarpment. I only needed to point at it for my team to understand what it meant: the Misty Forest tribe were watching and getting ready,
