Knoxby crept through the Ostium into the dining hall. Merrihaven was quiet and he was glad. It had been a long night and he wasn't up for questions.
He'd followed the boys just in time to see them undo the spell that barricaded the old wooden Ostium. He wasn't surprised that it led to Hobart Cemetery. The gnomes had warned of the destruction to Pleasant Seas, but when he walked out into the open air, he was momentarily struck dumb. Oxworth made sure there was nothing left.
He crossed the street and waited by a group of shrubs. He would've liked to get closer, but there was nowhere else to hide. The shrubs smelled of fried chicken and made his stomach growl. If there had been more time, he would have investigated. Branches snapped and leaves crunched in the Downs. It didn't take long for
