Marron read the letter twice, then a third time. Her hands were shaking slightly.
Brookvale destroyed. The mimics scattered. Alexander staying to help rebuild.
She thought about the mimic dungeon—how frightened she had been and how she used a mimicry skill to pretend she was one of them.
As long as they will live peacefully...I think we could find more people to further their cause.
But Alexander had to have known that rebuilding their lives wouldn't be easy.
"Bad news?" Mokko asked gently.
"Mixed news," Marron said. She handed him the letter, watching his expression shift as he read—concern, then anger, then something like determination.
"They destroyed Brookvale because the surface mimics moved in, and replaced everyone there."
"Yeah."
"And Alexander's staying to rebuild."
"Yeah."
Mokko looked at her. "Are you going to go?"
