Abia is deep in meditation when the gang comes out of their frozen comas. She awakes gracefully to find her companions frigid and shaken.
Cang’s desperately picking through the mounds of rubble and stone, checking for the glint of gold. Shyan clutches her knees, tears running down her cheeks. Fassn’s got his ear to the ground, drinking in vibrations from deep beneath the earth that only he can sense.
Abia moves to sit beside Shyan, wraps her shoulders in a side hug. “Tell about Master Davit,” she says.
Shyan sniffles, then sets her brow and nods.
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