Skylar had arranged everything. Illyra, Sabriel, and Cole had made themselves at home in a mountainside cave that had long ago been converted into a safe house. Inside, it was cozy with a fireplace and close living quarters. Outside, there was a sheer drop on three sides and only one path to the door.
It meant that Sabriel and Cole, who took turns keeping watch, would always be able to see if anyone was coming.
Theros would be a complete idiot to try and get any kind of battalion through the mountains, but Sabriel had expressed concern about a small strike force or even a single assassin.
“Are you cold, sweetie?” Illyra asked Rowan as the young child skipped around the safehouse in a short sleeve dress.
“Not cold, Mommy,” she said, shaking her head. Rowan plopped down on the floor next to the fireplace and started making the coals pop and spark with her early displays of fire magic.