A second gaping hole opened and Piers Southway stepped through. From the easy grin on his face, he'd managed to listen in. Alone, towering over the shorter, more slender Belaisle, he saluted the leader of the Brotherhood.

"I think I heard a little birdie," he said. "She mentioned something about the empty plane. How it was once the home of all sorcerers." Piers stroked his chin with one hand before winking at the now scowling leader. "Does that mean I get to pick the paint ...