Mallory nodded, also glancing skywards. The day was overcast, but at least it hadn’t begun raining again. “Let’s go find Rodina.”
They hurried towards the farm, spotting those on guard before they reached it. They were waved through into the camp after being told Rodina was at the farmhouse. She was speaking to several villagers, breaking off as they entered the house. “You have the potions already?”
“No.” Mallory wished she could have said yes. “We need to know which is the fanciest building in the village and where it is.”
Herena’s grandfather chuckled. “That’s easy. Rodina’s place. It’s the last building on the road that takes you to Deadman Cove. You can’t miss it.”
“What’s at my house?” Rodina asked.
“The orc mage,” Mallory said.
Rodina’s hand went to the hilt of her sword. “I’
