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“Someone approaches,” announced Waterstone in response to a mindmessage from the lookouts.
With well-rehearsed precision, the woodfolk cleared the firesite, the sorcerers of Harkell’s family levitated each other into the trees while Tarkyn levitated himself. When all was ready, the woodfolk flicked out of sight and awaited events from the treetops.
Below them, Rainstorm flicked into sight and stood in the firesite. “You can come back,” he said, laughing. “In fact you had better, because I need to talk to you before the rest of our party arrive.” Immediately, he was surrounded by woodfolk but in response to their silent queries, he replied out loud, “Wait until Tarkyn is here. Then I will tell you who approaches.”
“I am here,” said Tarkyn, as he floated down from a nearby horse chest
