You can only say one thing—ability users are utterly reckless.

"Hand over fifty of them, and we'll leave immediately!" Astrid demanded in broken English.

Travis Carlson—the leader of the Zimtam Outpost—was exactly what Ray had figured: a middle-aged guy standing about five-foot-nine, sitting ramrod straight. He let out a scoff. "Yeah, keep dreaming."

"Travis," she pressed, trying to reason with him, "you're running low on people. Can you really afford to take more losses? Why do you insist on