“In that case,” said the armadillo, stepping on Oliver’s foot, “I think we’d be happy to have you travel with us as far as the Rainblades. We can watch each other’s backs.” “Sounds delightful,” said Trebastion, picking up his pack. The armadillo strode confidently off into the underbrush, with the teenage musician in his wake, and left Oliver trying to catch up, wondering what exactly had just happened.
