The Sump Plaza was quiet, save for the rhythmic hammering of Lewin's Ash-Eaters reinforcing the perimeter wall.
Zane dragged Kog through the crowd, ignoring the reverent whispers of his followers.
He marched the Artificer straight to the centre of the plaza, where Wren was arguing with Tristan over the price of sulphur.
Wren looked up, her eyes widening when she saw the man in the white mask.
"Who's the circus act?" Wren asked, wiping her hands on her trousers.
"This is Kog," Zane said, shoving the man forward. "He's an engineer. He built the locks to the Deep Down."
Kog stumbled, clutching his precious map to his chest.
He looked at the crude fortress, the dirty refugees, and the massive Butcher sharpening his axe by the gate. He trembled.
"This is... this is the headquarters?"
