THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
Easy, Yok, it’s just us,” I said as the tip of Yokel’s sword pressed gently against my soaking tunic. He threw his sword to the ground of the suite and grabbed both Pathfinder and me in a hug so tight, I thought he might never let go.
“We’re okay,” Pathfinder said in a muffled voice.
“Where have you been!” Roc yelled as he rushed over, grabbing me up in a hug.
Pathfinder walked past us to meet Windrunner. “We jumped into the river. There was no other choice, we couldn’t let them get to you.”
Yokel gaped at us. “And you survived?”
“I have no idea how,” I answered. “Once we hit the fog over the river, we slowed down. It felt as if we were falling through a jar of honey. Then, we gently plopped into the river and made our way here.”
Po barreled Pathfinder over as
