Capítulo 122: Chapter 122

"I doubt they're going to eat me." He shot Dallin an irritated glance but softened it when he marked the apparent unease. "There are nothing but good intentions down there. Can't you feel it?"

Wil could. Or, at least, it was nothing like the oppressive weight of too many voicesmindseyes drilling into him as it had been this morning. Granted, Dallin had taken most of that away for him, but he couldn't change what was in other people's hearts, and right now Wil felt nothing that alarmed him. Except perhaps an overfaced inner writhing at being stared at by so many sets of eyes. Then again, they were likely staring more at their Lost Shaman than they were at Wil, so perhaps Wil was overreacting.

Anyway, he *was* hungry, now that Corliss had mentioned it, and whatever was roasting in those pits was making his mouth water.

"Good intentions are not always a promise of good behavior." Dallin's gaze continually swept the crowd, dark and watchful. He nodded. "Off with you, let's go."