Quick Ben was already in the air, through the warren’s gate, back into Hood’s own, where he dipped a shoulder as he struck the flagstones,rolling over then back onto his feet – with Talamandas still clinging to his tunic. The wizard then froze. They were surrounded by dark, insubstantial figures, now motionless as their quarry was no longer visible. Wisely, Talamandas said nothing.
