He sensed their attention and looked up.
“I wish you would stop looking at me like that,” he said, voice hoarse. “There’s ten thousand spans of tunnels under Fom. What makes you think I’d know where we are?”
Pasha sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back, but Ves continued to glare.
Mann mirrored Pasha’s sigh and stifled another cough in the crook of his elbow. When he finished, he said, “You know how I always got out when I ran around the tunnels as a kid? Keep going up.”
Ves stared at the old man. “Fair enough, I guess.”
He turned back to Tel’s leg. “Bad break. Wish to s**t Ashmarirai was here. He’s the stitcher, not me. I’ll set it as best I can and drag your a*s out of here, but you’re not going to walk right. Ever again, I’d wager.”
Tel winced at that but nodded. “Do what you ha
