Re: The Keep
Mazi and Ila had no problem getting into the keep. They looked like all the other refugees, slightly ragged, travel worn and carrying possession.
Mazi found a corner of the keep away from people. He could not see anyone but could hear the murmur of refugee voices. Mazi set the jug of potion aside, he did not want it getting in his way. He spread out the quilt on the floor and shoved Ila on it.
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