Juana was ahead of the rest, though just a few steps. She was thinking—not just the regular routine ponder but one in which she exerted all of being into her thoughts. She was thinking of what her grandfather told her, none of it made sense to her. How could Conrad be a saviour? Her saviour? Why would she if he wasn't alive? Even though none of it made any sense, why hadn't her grandfather told her?
They had set out from the Tower Yard about three hours ago, trekking in the sun. They could have taken horses, or a chariot but her grandfather insisted on walking. He wanted to walk out of South Camp, so that he'd transport them to Taria immediately. The funny thing was Rogin could easily teleport them to Taria from inside his room but he wanted to walk, clear his head, think of something, an
