Nick passes me an odd dragon-scale mask that covers most of my face, along with a pair of clear goggles for my eyes. “Keep these on while you’re in the field. You don’t want any oil to get on your face. It burns like the three hells.” I glance around for the instructor, ensuring he’s out of earshot under the tree. “Is that what happened to Narrton?” “That’s the prevailing theory. No one knows for sure. Narrton’s a cagey fuck.” Nick hands a helmet to Abel and Olive. “An odd one too. Once, I carried a delivery out here and caught him talking to the eyril.” Abel snorts. “Not this again.” Nick
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