"Im warning you," the centaur said, the muscles in his flank quivering with rage, "if your scouts are going to set traps at the edge of the wasteland, let me know so my scouts dont walk right into them! Ive had two break their legs stepping into a pit, and another nearly die from one of your poison darts."

The goblin chief snickered. "Aint my fault yer scouts dont watch where they tromp," he sneered, baring a mouthful of crooked fangs. "Besides, whatre yer scouts doin so close to our camp, hmm? Stealin secrets, Id wager. Jealous that weve always been the better trackers, I bet."




Yeah, but he didn't know that his dad didn't mean to just leave.

True. Anyways, Isiea goes over to him, arms crossed. "What're you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

She rolls her eyes. "I'm on my way to go stop your idiot brother."

"So are we."

" 'We?' "

"Goodfellow and Liseolette."

"Ugh." She rolls her eyes. "Well, then where are they? And why're you all here in the first place if you were banished?"

"Oberon wanted us to come back and help defeat the false king. They're probably in a tent."

"Fine." She huffs. "But I feel like it's kinda pushing it to be in the middle of unseelie territory while your mom's like two seconds away."