Redtail Rise tommy gun

a new man, much of their kind here. big, thick and gray—like a boulder, quiet and impenetrable.

did this one speak? Prophet had given him entry; Avicus had heard the call and noted it for later, not stirring from the malaise that had settled upon her after learning of Merrick's death.

now, though, she is moving again, and she spots the patroller from afar. she barks once to get his attention, then lopes carefully down the slopes of the Rise, slowing only when she's a few paces from him and falling into a trot at his side.

I am Avi—your Wealda, she says briefly, wondering if Prophet had properly informed the newcomer of their ranks. you are?