Foggy Bottom Way [m] el mar

Aqui won’t be within fighting range for three rounds or so, and is easily subdued should Andromache want to come for him instead.

The roar of his father’s name hastened his step.

But this was unfamiliar ground, and he struggled to walk across it. Kicking his way out of the muck, only to find another puddle of it, he could only yelp a hasty Father! to try and warn his father before the madwoman found him.

Was this another witch? His heart began to pound. He didn’t recognize the voice, not yet at least, but his mind struggled to catch up to present anyway.