"So, what do we do now?" asked T. "I could probably use some melee training."
In the woods, Ember paces nervously, kindling small fires in the palm of his hand, then extinguishing them, over and over again. After a few minutes, he hears a voice in his head. Hello, Ember. "Hello, Tawny." You've changed locations. "I have, yes. What about that?" Why? Have you found Tara yet? "I joined with a group to survive a horde of batthings." What do I tell her? he thought. And Tara?