Cairn Point Of View.

Everything moved quickly after that.

There were no long explanations, no drawn-out discussions. The others understood without needing to be told. A few of them helped gather what I needed, simple clothes, worn enough to look real, nothing that carried rank or identity.

I stripped away everything that made me who I was.

No markings and symbols.

Nothing that tied me to Shadowfang.

I changed behind one of the shelters, pulling on the rough fabric. It hung differently on ...