Vica and the man were waiting, sitting next to each other on the floor by one of the walls. (Neither of them had had any desire to sit on the bed - the power of the magic-nullifying seal-trap carved around it was still alive and well.) Per Yezia's instructions when she had briefly ducked her head in the cabin doorway a minute ago, Bren had obediently changed out of his old clothes and was currently wearing a new tunic and pants - Vica's, as a matter of fact: they were her spare change of clothes that had been in her satchel. Skinny as he was, he had had little difficulty fitting into them. He had then given his old clothes to Yezia, who had promptly folded them under her arm. The hounds would follow the strongest scent, she had explained quickly, which would allow the two mages enough time
