The glowing sphere bobs along above Cang’s shoulder as he pads over to the gang’s hidden camp. It gently illuminates the way, its light taking on a softer, moonlike glow. Cang ignores it until he reaches the camp.
“This thing is watching me,” he says, breathless.
“That little light?” Fassn asks. “Why would it wanna watch you? You’re not that interesting.”
“It was in the trunk of the princess,” Cang says. “It showed me these jewels,” he adds, holding aloft the valuable necklace he pilfered.
“Right now, I’m more interested in that than any light,” Shyan says. “We’ve gotta find a place to sell it.”
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