Kane pressed both palms against the tree. Toria tried to toss some energy his way, but she felt it turned back on her. Oh, she understood now. Kane’s hands glowed for the briefest of seconds, and then—their gear was gone. He’d used Syri’s ever-so-handy “don’t look at me” charm, but tied it into the tree itself. Its life force would power the spell, and their gear should remain undetected through the night.
If this final push to find Syri took longer than one night, they’d have to reassess the situation anyway.
“There, that should do it,” Kane said. “Good to go.”
“You have got to teach me that,” Archer said, peering at where their packs should be from one angle and another. “It’s elven magic.”
“Syri doesn’t do elven magic,” Toria and Kane said, in chorus, chanting her oft-repeated refra
