Goodie found herself and Avarice in the medicine woman’s lodge, her hurts and injuries being tended to by the women of Chagee as she was questioned by a grandfatherly old man.
“These people,” he said. “You say they had a box filled with hearts and were going to give you and your friends to Nun’Yunu’Wi?”
“Yes,” she answered. “And they kept us asleep by magic.”
“Anything else?” he asked.
“Raven! Raven! Raven!” Avarice screamed at the man.
“Yes,” Goodie said. “Just before they’d appear, a raven would call.”
“Get my bag,” the old man said sternly. “We have Raven Mockers.”