"Get us out of here, you foolish barbarians! You-"
The person speaking stopped abruptly, seeing who was behind the door. It was one of Vevian's kids, one of the louder ones. Savine had already forgotten their names, and she was too lazy to remember.
"Hey. Where's your dad?"
The young man stared at her intently. He seemed to find it difficult to recognize her. But the white hair was a big giveaway so he didn't really have a choice.
"Are we getting out?"
"Yeah. My steward's searching for a different place for you to stay in."
"Oh."
"Vevian?"
"He's deeper inside."
"Alright."
Savine looked around the warehouse with mild amusement. There were makeshift walls made of clothes and racked over planks, Savine assumed they made it with the planks that were left inside the warehouse and the clothes they brought from the Magicracy.