“Guess we’ll add to the disguise,” Otsoa said, pointing to some empty barrels nearby. They were rotten in places, but still looked like they could hold some trash. We strapped them onto our backs and trudged up to the road and out of the dump. The first few blocks of houses were deserted and run-down. A winding path lined with walls rose just high enough to block our view. Not a proper maze, but it may as well have been. The walls were made of the same stone as the outer walls and were covered in strange vines and dark moss. When we reached more solid houses, we passed other masked figures, but no one raised their eyes to look at anything, let alone us, so no one bothered us.
Drinn moved ahead of us, counting bends and turns, then stopping now and then to check the map. The route took us
