Silas smiled as well at the antics of Tyrese and Tyrone. They weren’t drunk, not yet, but they were feeling relatively loose. Their laughter was infectious and Silas couldn’t remember when he had laughed as much or as hard. So when the first “Patron?” came through his link, he heard it but was in the middle of wiping his eye and catching his breath, and didn’t address it. The second time it came, he didn’t filter the link to determine who it was from, he grunted a greeting. “Patron, this is Cameron.” When those words hit him, he held up his hand as he jumped up. “Cameron? Where? What?...” he shook his head to clear his mind. “Where are you?” Silas walked to the window and looked outside as though he could see his godson. “In the caves. I see some light ahead and will be in the forest soon.” Silas’ heart rejoiced. “There is a crew searching for you. When you enter the forest call out to them. How’s your leg?” He marveled at how clear-minded Cameron sounded.
