“Coming?” Crow called. Tin spun to find Crow striding down the street and hurried after him. “You can’t believe them without investigating.” “Ah, Tin. Ever the trusting one.” “It’s better than trusting everyone.” “Is it?” Crow stared at him with disdain, his brown eyes blazing within his perfectly fitted mask. “Would you like to waste time patting down the nymphs … again, or would you like to find Dorothy before she crosses the border into the South?”
