THE TRUE LUNA IS A FATSO!
Their names were Bram, Colt, Harker, Senna, Wulf and Reed, and they ranged in their reaction to having me along from professionally neutral to barely concealed skepticism.
Bram was the team leader, a broad, quiet warrior with steady eyes who had apparently been told by Zane himself that I was to be listened to if I said anything. He conveyed this information to the rest of the team with a straight face that suggested he was reserving personal judgment.
"You've never done a scouting run before?" he confirmed as we moved out, the packhouse disappearing behind us into the pre-dawn dark.
"No," I said honestly.
"But you can sense the witch craft."