The caldera settled into night slowly.
The fire had burned down to embers by the time the bowls were cleared, and Qin Mo had shown them without ceremony to the rooms branching off the main corridor of the wooden house. It wasn't a small space.
The caldera had clearly been home to more than one person at some point in its history, or Qin Mo had simply built for a future he hadn't explained yet.
Lin Wan didn't ask.
She was too busy watching Wang from across the low wooden table they had all gathered around, waiting for him to tell her what she wanted to know.
Keal and Da Jun had been given a room to share. The moment the corridor swallowed them both, Lin Wan turned to Wang.
"Why is Keal here?," she said simply.
Wang looked at her for a moment. Then he started talking.
