“Well, Caldin of the Marr,” Syd said carefully, making a point of not looking at his companions, “how do you know who I am? There’s no chance my father sent you.”
“No,” Caldin replied. “We were tracking what we believed to be a lost cavern when we received a message asking for your whereabouts.”
“The Order…” Syd exhaled slowly. “I didn’t realize the Marr worked with the Order.”
“Rubicon has been good to our people,” the Marr warrior said with pride. “They provide medicines, knowledge, and gifts of the arcane.”
“You said you were tracking a lost caravan?” Renwick cut in.
One of the mounted Marr called out, “Yes. Turned out to be you.”
“Us?” Fig said at last. “We’re not lost. We’re headed to Deathlok Tower.”
Caldin looked down at her. “Yes, little one and you are a day’s travel in the wrong direction.”
Both Fig and Syd turned slowly toward Renwick.
“Hey,” Renwick said defensively, “maybe the Magi here could’ve spoken up.”
“We rest,” Caldin said, ending the discussion, “and on the morrow we will guide you to the tower.”