Lin was placed in a cell with walls of reinforced volcanic glass, thick enough to contain even a dragon's full strength. Two guards remained posted outside, their weapons drawn and their attention focused entirely on her.
In his own cell several levels above, Grim was piecing together fragments of conversations carried through the thermal vent system. The rebels were definitely preparing for a major assault, but more concerning was what he was learning about their expectations.
"...if the princess is genuine, she might convince them to withdraw..." drifted through one vent.
"...or she might signal them to attack..." came from another.
"...human could be a spy sending messages..." echoed from a third.
The rebels were clearly divided about whether their supposed defectors were genuine refugees or advance scouts for the attacking force. That division could work in their favor—if they could exploit it correctly.
