Chapter 38: The Hidden Camp

The Urts' camp, as it turned out, was hidden deep within the forest. Sparks led them far under the tree's canopy until he stopped in front of a massive stump. It was gnarled and twisted, the bark pitted and grey with age. "There," he said, pointing to the stump.

Faro squinted at it. "That's their camp?"

"The entrance, at least." Sparks placed his hand on the dead wood. "I can feel magic here, concealing it. It's a trapdoor. The actual camp must be underground."

Evartan breathed a sigh of relief. "That was well hidden. Without you, we may have been searching forever."

"My pleasure," Sparks said. "Now, I expect they'll know if the enchantment's lifted, so we need a plan of attack. I don't know how many Urts are down there. but we're going to be outnumbered for sure."

"Bottleneck them."

Faro turned at the sound of Makuran's voice. The old warrior was staring at the stump with an odd expression. "Do you know this place?" he asked,