Faina suddenly tugged at his sleeve, and Brand turned his head, "Do you want to go through there?" the noble daughter mouthed, pointing to the street in the center of the ruins, covered in twisted vines.
Brand nodded slightly.
"You're insane," Faina looked at him disbelief: "Wait, are you planning to use that cloak?"
If that cloak could be used, he would have already done it, Brand couldn't help but think. But some absent-minded old man didn't even leave him the activation spell, who knows how to use that thing.
He shook his head.
Faina looked at him confused, but the young man had already raised his hand to signal her to stay. Then he crouched low, turning to crawl out.
This movement startled Faina, who watched with wide eyes as Brand crawled to a spot less than ten feet from the ruins and stopped, frightened, she opened her mouth but dared not make a sound—
