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Ishmael seemed to realize for the first time that other people had arrived in his domain. His face softened, but the cold fury in his eyes remained. He allowed his arms to hang at his sides, and the briars retreated, coiling near his feet. “Someone broke in.” Ishmael said, suddenly sounding tired. “I don’t know who, I don’t know why. But Oswin’s gone, and so is the dog, Bear. Whatever it was plucked him right out of his room. There’s signs of a struggle, but not much else. You’re free to look if you wish. Whatever it was poisoned Huck, too. I think that’s how they were able to take Oswin, too. I refuse to believe they could have taken him at full strength.” Ishmael opened one of his hands to reveal a dart about the size of his thumb resting in his palm. “I found this looking around his room. The poison’s not like anything I’ve ever seen, and none of my usual antidotes work against it. Neither do my powers. It’ll take me a while to come up with a mix to fix it.”

At Ishmael’s statement, Milo made a pained noise and looked over at the Bushbeast. “He’ll make it though, right? He has to.”

The god pursed his lips. “We just have to wait and see. Huck’s strong, and he’s made it this far.”