Vix slid back down the little incline to join Mirra. Caine came bumping down in a dusty cloud a moment later. He looked down at himself and sighed. “I knew I should have brought clothes for all this rough travel,” he said. He patted himself down, emitting a fine misting of dirt that drifted to the ground.

“Focus, Caine.” Vix turned her attention to Mirra. “Now, remember our agreement. You have one last thing to help us with.”

Mirra nodded, looking nervous. “So ...