His mind churned as he sped down the road, forcing Squirrel to cling to his shoulder and leaving startled students in his wake. His father? It wasn’t possible. Crag was dead. The Thunder People were destroyed. This had to be some sort of trick, but why? Why would ogres come to the school looking for him? A theory began to develop in his mind. When he arrived at the front gate, Darlan was there waiting, as was Professor Beehn and Charz. They were speaking with Riveren the Unbending and Kathy the Plate. They paused their conversation as Fist ran up to them. Fist switched his mace to his gloved right hand and stopped. “Is it true what Roobin said?” “One of our student scouts reported seeing a group of ogres approaching through the woods this morning,” Riveren replied. The Captain Commander of the Mage School Guard had fiery red hair and a pointed beard and Fist could see the haft of his double-bladed axe rising from behind one heavily muscled shoulder. “Roobin said there was ten of them,”
