“To the saviours of Thrasa!”
The man who said that, a Mr. Todd Finnegan, stood up from his table at the Wagon Wheel, thrust his mug into the air and added, “May they live long, happy lives that never take them far from this town.”
Everyone else in the packed room cheered, all raising mugs or glasses of their own, some pounding on the tables with their fists. One man went so far as to stick two fingers in his mouth and whistle. Poor Mrs. Collins was frowning and shaking her head as she maneuvered between the tables. Clearly, she didn"t appreciate the ruckus.
Desa sat at one table with her hands resting on her knees, grimacing as she endured yet another round of praise. When she was a girl, her teachers had all warned her against public displays of Field Binding. Non-Aladri would view it
