Mallory sat on the pale blue blanket and wrote the date in her notebook, staring at it for a moment. Day Seven, Second Month, 514 (7 days on Inadon). It seemed impossible that they’d spent so few days on Inadon. Smiling, she thought back over the day before writing in the notebook.
“Can I get you anything else?” Roast asked.
“We’re all good,” Ryan said.
“You’d let me know if you needed something?” Roast asked.
Finished, Mallory closed her notebook. “You can stop worrying. We’ll take you to Mer Point.”
“Will you let me go with you when you travel to Cutthroat Harbour?” Roast asked.
Ryan shrugged. “Guess that depends on how our journey to Mer Point turns out. Have you considered that the mage might not be able to help you?”
“She will,” Roast said. “She’s known for her amulets and cha
