Dirt sighed as he relaxed onto his furs. His furs. Finally, after months of travel, he was home. The kids he could deal with. His partners he could deal with. Even the Sunforged and the other mutants moving in with the Godhunters seemed to be going smoothly. Even with the threat of Sybil’s vision of the 5 and doom on the horizon, he could at least relax for a small moment. He closed his eyes, then heard footsteps outside. With an irritated snarl he opened his eyes to see Pyke standing in the doorway.
“Can I help you?” Dirt asked in a tone that he hoped would clue the Sunforged that he did not want to be disturbed.
Undeterred, Pyke walked into the tent and secured the flap behind him. Dirt looked at him with suspicion.
“What is it?” Dirt asked, his heart sinking.
“I know.” Pyke said in a soft voice barely above a whisper.
Dirt’s face paled.
“I want you to set up a meeting with the Abbotess.”
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