Redsand Canyon Time Is A Tool

“she is.” it was not a lie, but their own definition of something else was certainly leagues away from donovan’s. they weren’t the one she was chasing after, and they weren’t the one letting it happen. they followed her with the flat-eyed look of a shark circling its bleeding prey until she had vanished around the edge of the canyon and, at length, returned their gaze to the grandmaster.

surely he realized the echoing similarity in the the old saints’ story to the new. there was something funny in the thought that he didn’t, but not enough to quell the prickling frustration in the back of their head.

“well, as long as we’re here, let’s chat.” renard’s gaze had flickered into something less amused, something sharper-edged, but the smile lingered in place. “the patrols, the rumors...they aren’t all for show. who are we expecting?”