Caeden shrugged. “I just do,” he said distantly, gaze shifting to the stone structure itself. Then he frowned, turning to Taeris. “I…would not have thought this was the fastest way to the Andarran bridge.” Taeris had stopped in front of the archway. He looked at Caeden for a long moment, his gaze inscrutable. “You’re right,” he said. “This is the southern entrance to the inner city. I only know the way from maps—the originals of which are almost two thousand years old. I didn’t want to get lost.”
