THE ELIXIR
“You’re sure this is the place?” Oliver asked Pathfinder as she led Yokel and Windrunner down a set of stairs on Blue Ivy Island. The trip across the Long Bridge had been silent, but not for Oliver’s lack of trying. Whereas Yokel and Windrunner seemed content to discuss their competing knowledge of the island chain, Pathfinder had been unusually quiet.
“Yes,” she said shortly. She knocked on the door in rhythmic fashion, and a slot opened up, revealing a pair of beady eyes.
“Password?”
Pathfinder looked around and leaned in. “Donkey butt.”
The slot closed and the door unlocked and opened to a wave of heat from the cauldrons that were flanking each side of the entrance. Pathfinder extended her hand to the three others. “After you.”
Oliver took her invitation and as he passe
