Four days had passed since the Quiet Bay gate opened, and the once-silent rock cliffs were almost unrecognizable.
From the top of the cliff, Sylvia sat cross-legged on a slab of flat rock, chewing on spicy monster skewers still warm from the grill. The sea wind blew through her black hair, and below her spread a view that made every trace of her passing boredom evaporate from her face.
