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“Me!” Marcus offered.
“What about the baron?” I spoke up, deflating the excitement in the air.
“What about the baron?” Caius returned.
I nodded at the book. “He gave us that journal. Shouldn’t we tell him about what we found?”
“Maybe he’ll want to come with us!” Marcus suggested.
“I don’t think he’s going across all those fields in that wheelchair,” Caius countered.
“Are there no roads to these statues?” Sage wondered.
Caius shook his head. “Not a one. Nobody’s really supposed to go around there because one of the statues dropped during a wind storm some forty years ago. We might find an animal path to lead us that, but that’s it.”
A knock came from the door. “Yes?” Sage called out.
“I was wondering if any of you were up yet,” our host replied.
Sage pursed his lips and
