The tent grew quiet. They all turned to Lucen. He studied the soldier carefully for a moment, thinking.
"Alright then, let's go," he said finally.
The soldier ducked out of the tent. Lucen turned back to give Brock, Helie and the others a wry smile.
"I'll be right back."
He walked out of the tent and followed the man through the encampment the soldiers had built outside Castaway Valley. The valley spread in front of him, and ahead of it was the Grey Keep and the Void on the horizon.
The camp had been set up rather quickly. Silk tents and metal rods walked themselves to marked spots and assembled. Pits were dug from the earth for moats and firepits with spells.
Mounts neighed on their lines as they passed. Farrowmounts stretching their wings and drooling stupidly, Buckmounts clawing at the ground impatiently. And the white spider-like carriages that once brought him to the Keep, were lying on the ground, sleeping.
