Chimera Fields to be hid

A tiny shiver went down his spine as an untoward thought occured to him: perhaps she had not predicted the fall of her pack, but had somehow willed it into reality? That was the difference between prophets and sorcerers — and Kindle shook the thought off and chose to believe quite firmly that she was only a prophet.

"Well — a prophet certainly would be good to have around," he told her, once again in invitation. "If you finish with your task and find yourself in want of company, I would be happy to have you among us."

He nosed his own pile of feverfew toward us.

"Or if you need my digging skills again, feel free to call," he added, just a little bit cheekily.