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We set out on our journey through the rear gate. The guards cast angry glances in the direction of our comrades. Janus bowed his head and Caius waved as we passed, and the guards responded with body language a little less proper.
“I don’t think they like you,” I commented as we made our way onto the marshes.
Caius smiled. “I hope not. They really like watching us, and after four weeks I’m a little sick of it.”
“As am I,” Janus spoke up.
Sage, who led the way a few steps ahead of us, glanced over his shoulder. “Have you not been here long, Janus?”
Janus shook his head. “No, only three weeks. I guess wherever I came from must have finally died.”
“What exactly happened to your homeland?” I asked the pair.
“War, or so we’re told,” Caius revealed as he looked ahead with a furr
