“Which areas?”
“Specifically, the ship crash site your father was excavating. That's been utterly demolished.”
Now that she studied the pictures, she could see that it was, indeed, her home. They were looking at Caraleon, the capital city, streets and plazas she knew well. If she tried, she could overlay the shattered ruins with memories of the soaring architecture she'd loved. A ragged ruin in the centre of the screen had to be all that was left of the central Sunrise Campanile, the tower that had chimed the hours across the city for over 250 years.
It chimed no more. She turned away. She didn't want to see what Maes Far had become. She turned to the questions she'd been saving up to ask him. “How did you know Maes Far was under attack? Were you in contact with my father?”
He took his
