The first thing to do was to turn the others to the idea. Hammer took little persuading, but as suspected, it was Reaver who caused trouble from the outset.

“No,” the Thief held up one hand to stop Sparrow in his eager explanation. “No, not a chance. I’m getting out of here as soon as I can, and I have no intentions of going gallivanting around Albion with the three of you.”

Hammer made an irritated sound, and beside her the Mage cleared his throat and laid a hand on her arm. Patiently, Sparrow gave a small nod, idly rubbing his hands together.

“Your decision entirely, of course,” he said. “But at least think about it. I have some business to attend to at Fairfax, so I am leaving Garth in charge here.”

It was a harsh reminder that the deed to Bloodstone Manor was still not in his possession, and Reaver found his fingers once more itching to reach for his gun. Sparrow seemed, if anything, amused at his reaction, and paused to shake Garth’s hand as he made his way to the door.

“Hold the fort,” he said jovially. Garth smiled and nodded, seeing the man out then turning to Reaver, who glanced from the Will user to the monk.

“This is ridiculous,” he stated. “All three of you are ridiculous. You’re searching for meaning where there is none, and I will have no part of it.”

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