“Is this close enough, or do we have to go in?” I asked. Drinn was already removing the map. “What’s so funny?”
She turned to look at me with a quirked eyebrow. “What?”
“Why were you laughing?”
“I wasn’t laughing,” she replied, snapping the map open.
“You don’t hear that?” I looked around for the source of the dry rasping I had assumed was a laugh. It stopped when I turned my head.
“Hear what?” She looked around as well, but the three of us were alone under the skeletal trees.
“Well, it’s gone now,” I said with a shake of my head. Otsoa climbed up on one of the stones and disappeared into the rubble. “Don’t go too far, I don’t plan to stay here long,” I shouted after him. He shouted something back that sounded like agreement, but I couldn’t hear him clearly.
“It’s not working.” She
