Chapter 4
Thorbjorn and I were the last of the group to emerge from the riverside path and walk past the sandy pits to the meeting hall's back patio.
It still looked like it always did by daylight: rain-damaged plastic patio furniture stacked against old aluminum siding, the patio itself badly cracked concrete. The weeds that fought their way up through the cracks were the same dead brown as everything else since that frost. Everything looked perfectly normal from a Runde perspective.
But it was well after sunset now. It should look different.
"It's all right," Thorbjorn said, but I think he was trying to reassure himself as much as me.
We went in through the door to find the other Villmarkers, still dressed as Vikings, gathering around badly balanced and scuffed tables. Unbothered by
