Chapter 41

IT TOOK all of thirty seconds for Wil to get ready to leave. All he had to do, after all, was reclaim his pack. While he waited for Brayden, he amused himself by poking around the office, seeing the little bits of Locke in the severe, stark surroundings, touched every now and then by a spatter of personality. A small statuette of an eagle on a shelf above the stove. A heavy pewter medal tethered to a bright blue silk ribbon, but Wil couldn't read the engraving, though it had a tiny little rifle etched into it, so he assumed it was for sharpshooting. There were about ten little tins Wil thought probably held teas, each of them with a different sort of flower or herb painted on.