Literature
Nowhere 7: Under Contract
By morning, the volcano had melted down to a shallow, scorched butte on the plain. A few random vents of steam screaming into the sky like Blind Io’s own locomotive whistle signaled another chamber emptied and soon to collapse.
When the wizards judged that nothing else was going to flow, fly, be flung, or flounce in Refuge’s direction, they started organizing the evacuation.
“Sir,” Shaenn approached Thorrin. “We kind of hoped that-“
Al kicked her very lightly on the ankle and took over. “We PROMISED Torna we’d get her back to civilization.”
“Promised,” Shaenn agreed quickly.
“Promised,” Torna nodded gratefully.
“Well, we can’t go back on any promises, now, can we?” Thorrin agreed, even before Inga could find her pinecone. “Now, we have seven people, a wolf, a house, and…” He stared at the statue of Aniger where she rested. “I suppose she can go back into the basement?” The Bursar nodded. “Okay. And six horses.”
“And a rug,” Sayed added. “It’s functional enough.” He
