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Autumn Leaves’ face was white with shock, “There are trees burning along a quarter mile front…and it’s spreading fast.”
The ground beneath them surged.
As people rocked where they sat and the large kettle fell over in the fire sending up a billow of steam, Harkell said calmly, “We’re horrified too, Tarkyn, but can we keep it to one disaster at a time?”
Tarkyn glared at him, using him as a focus for the few seconds it took him to pull the most extreme of his feelings under control. As the ground quietened, Harkell nodded his approval.
Tarkyn returned his attention to Autumn Leaves, “How far away?”
“Four miles. Five at the most.”
Tarkyn sprang to his feet. “Right. Danton, Borovar, and Thraya. You head off to the forest’s edge and use shields to stop the fire from spreading. Caroman
