THEY STOOD IN A GROUP, with swords at the ready, mesmerized by what they found. The air was hot and moist, like a warm summer day. Coats and cloaks were quickly tossed to the ground. Outer tunics were shed and dropped onto the cobblestone street. A warm breeze kissed their faces and warmed their half-frozen ears.
The city was pristine, not a speck of dirt or grime. The trees, flowers, and bushes look freshly trimmed. Yet the streets were empty. No elves, horses, or any living creatures could be seen. A wind chime echoed through the square.
Hopper took a step and Cabal moved quickly to block his path. “No,” Cabal ordered. “We stay here at the gates until the Poridetk have gone then we are leaving for home.”
Hopper leaned down so his towering form was face to face with Cabal. His voice se
