They set off towards Zorian’s apartment. Of course, having Ibery looking over his shoulder wasn’t enough, so when he finally reached his room, he found another familiar person waiting for him. Specifically, Zach.
He wasn’t terribly surprised to see Zach waiting for him, to be honest. The boy had been getting steadily more restless during their practice sessions as the summer festival approached, no doubt on edge due to the impending invasion. Not that he ever told Zorian about the invasion—Zach was stubbornly tight-lipped about that, regardless of how much Zorian tried to goad him into blurting out something. Recently, his fellow time traveler had questioned him about his plans for the summer festival several times, not so subtly implying that staying inside his room would be a bad idea.
