Everyone else remained asleep. He coughed, spit, and heated the kettle of coffee in the fire's embers. He spotted Rakon near the edge of the sea of glass. The sorcerer had somehow removed a few shards of glass from the edge of the sea and they lay stacked on the ground beside him. Nix walked over and nodded at the shards. "How'd you manage that?" Rakon only grunted for answer. "What were you looking for out on the glass last night?" Rakon looked at him over his shoulder. "Why do you think I was looking for something?" Now it was Nix's turn to grunt. Rakon cleared his throat. "I was looking for something that would help us get through the rest of our journey safely." "And? Did you find it?" Rakon gathered up the glass shards. "We'll soon see. Get me my bag, Nix." Nix hocked, spit, and chuckled.
