"Finally. Looks like we made it out." The side gate squeaked as Kurt eased it shut, his fingers still tingling from the residual mana of the Great Weaver's venom.
He crouched low, blending his black cloak into the shadows of the estate's outer trees. Beside him, Hope shivered as rain soaked through her oversized cloak. Tobias' mansion loomed just ahead.
"Hope, when you were here before, which way did they take you in?"
Hope pointed a trembling finger toward the side leading to the front. "Over there, by the big doors. The ones with the gold handles. They made us wait in a line."
Kurt shook his head with a grim scowl settling on his face. "The front entrance... that won't do. That's like serving ourselves on a silver platter. They probably have guards posted every five feet, especially with all the ruckus my friend is kicking up at the fortress."
