As the others settled down for the night, Therian and Branor made their preparations. Therian's preparations were as simple as digging some coin from his pack. When he met Branor by the furthest wagon, he found his companion clad head to toe in black, crouching halfway under the wagon, peering out between the spokes of the wheel.
"You look like an idiot," Therian whispered without ceremony. "Let's get out of here."
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