I hope the Cauldron Herald doesn’t get a hold of this story. What would my father think? A Burningwood with a police record?
We had no trouble slipping away from the fire last night. I had my hat of disguise and Myntilly went invisible.
In the morning, after a successful Solstice ritual, we talked over our options. As we ate our oatmeal and fresh baked bread, the new edition of the Herald was delivered. Acgar had that look on her face as she opened the paper. “I wonder if you made headlines.”