Chapter 8
Four wrinkled faces peered out at Maggie. With sunken bags under their eyes and cheeks drooping beyond definition, she couldn’t tell if the four were male or female.
“Are you why Alden came back?” The first of the Convocation squinted at Maggie.
“We met him just before he jumped in his attempt to reach the Siren’s Realm.” Bertrand bowed.
“Then Lara didn’t deceive us,” the second said, their voice so crackled with age, Maggie still didn’t know what gender they might be.
“Come in.” The first flung out an arm so enthusiastically they wobbled precariously for a moment.
“How did Lara tell you we were here?” Maggie asked.
“Nic.” The third pointed beyond the circle of finely upholstered chairs that took up the center of the room to a lump of metal in the corner.
Banged up into a
