Chapter Seven
Journey to the Volcano
In the pre-dawn gloom, Andel hurried toward the marquee where her team was waiting. Lind stood by the door. A steaming mug of tea sat beside her on top of a lumpy bag. Three more such packages waited in a haphazard line. Inside the sturdy leathers, Casco and Cobar stood with their backs to the fire and shoveled down breakfast from wide bowls clasped in their hands. From behind a bubbling cauldron, Tam greeted her with a welcome smile and dolloped a large portion of soft brown porridge into a bowl.
“Here you are,” he said. “Hot hamarsi with krale-leaf, just in case there’s blood-sucking critters down there.”
“Krale?” Andel asked.
“It’s worked before,” Casco said. “There should be some in our supplies?”
“There is,” Lind said. “And speaking of suppli
