David, a guy who had been digging with us on the trial excavation was in a band, so a lot of us had decided to go along to the show for moral support. I’d thought about what Gethan had said. I hadn’t quite made up my mind about what I would do, but I reckoned that I might as well make the most of their company while I could. Before they were declared a no go area. For the gig I teamed a pair of jeans with a slashed neck emerald vest top. This meant, of course, that my locket was in full view, but as the venue was in the pagan quarter I didn’t think that would be too much of an issue. I wrapped a scarf around my neck before going downstairs. Rupert and Mum wouldn’t like the fact that I was wearing a symbol of Pagan superstition, and I didn’t need any more hassle in my life right now. Mum mightn’t believe that I was in danger, but after all I’d seen since I’d moved to Avalonia I wasn’t going to take any chances. The gig was on in the basement of a bar called the Grey Wolf in the Pagan medieval quarter.
