The League’s “village” was lively and thriving, despite the feeling that, at any minute, they might have to pick up and leave. The tents were staked on muddy ground, with wood plank floors and waist-high siding applied to keep the rats out. Cooking fires were carefully arranged among the living areas. Several magicked wells had been drawn up through the ground, probably with the same water-drafting spell Uncle and Walker had used when they’d been traveling through the Arizona desert. Children ran through the muddy corridor, chasing stray chickens or playing at Blackthorn Rogues, though they didn’t seem to realize what that name meant these days. A few of the kids tossed glow stones that shifted color as they changed hands.
Jemma had said Walker was down here, but she hadn’t said which ten
