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Rojer shrugged and put his hood up, pulling the edges of his then the wardnet The last of the light had faded, and all around the into corelings that hissed and cast about, scenting them in the air but unable to find thee so that he would not have to endure co chereat ward of forbidding that protected the village proper

A wood de the air Rojer froze, not daring to move as it searched There was a sharp move knives he kept strapped to his wrists had fallen into the palood hand

"Just walk around it, Rojer," Leesha said, continuing down the path "It can’t see or hear you" Rojer tiptoed around the derown up juggling blades and could put one into a coreling’s eye at twenty paces

"It’s just unnatural," Rojer said, "walking plain as day through hordes of corelings"

"Howthat?" Leesha sighed "The cloaks are safe as houses" The Cloaks of Unsight were her own invention, based on wards of confusion the Painted Man had taught her Leesha had old thread into a fine cloak Deht up to the as she moved at a slow, steady pace and kept it wrapped around her

She’d ht colors to leur’s motley, and she was pleased to see that he seldoht The Painted Man never seeainst your wards, but I don’t think I ever will," Rojer said

"I trust your fiddle ic to keep me safe," Leesha said "Why don’t you trust mine?"

"I’ his cloak "It’s just eerie I hate to say it, but your mother wasn’t far off the lared at him

"A Ward Witch, at least," Rojer clarified

"They used to call Herb Gathering witching, too," Leesha said "I’, same as anyone"

"You’re not the sao, you couldn’t ward a sill, and now the Painted Man himself takes lessons froht," Rojer said "You argue his oards with him all the time"

"Arlen is still thrice the Warder I am," Leesha said "It’s just…it’s hard to explain, but after looking at enough wards, the patterns started…speaking tothe lines of power, guess its purpose e the lines to alter the effects I’ve been trying to teach the knack to others, but none see’s like for me," Rojer said "The s well enough, but you don’t play ‘The Battle of Cutter’s Hollow’ for the corelings to pacify thee their e my mother’s mood," Leesha muttered

"About time," Rojer said

"Ay?" Leesha asked