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The sun rose the next morning, but my grandfather didn’t. At least, not without some ‘encouragement.’ Namely a bucket of really, really cold water, courtesy of a nearby creek. Caius did the honors.
“What in all the six empires!” Sage gurgled as he awoke from his deep slumber, soaking wet and chilled. He sat up from his place by the cold fire and glared at we three who stood around him with wide grins. “Traitors! The lot of you are the worst conspirators in all the worlds!”
Bee laughed as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. “You’re so silly, dear. Now let’s get you a little dry before we start our nice walk to Perdico.”
“How far is it to this city?” I asked my companions.
“Flying would take only a few hours,” Caius suggested.
Sage drew his cloak in front of him
