Meixing sat near the campfire with Claw in her lap. The cat had enjoyed a hearty meal of fish before deciding to turn in for the night. Given his small size, it would be easy enough to move him when she needed to get up. In the meantime, she was happy to run her hand through his fur.

“What do you think is the scariest thing about Old Man?” Katie asked. “I mean as a swordsman.”

The swordsman in question was not present. Instead, he had gone with Avraniel and Spot to scout ahead… and to ensure the...