It had only just occurred sometime during the briefing that Martenstown had been his point of entry to Landren. After their escape from Treminia, his ‘family’ could barely make it to the next town, and decided that Martenstown was ‘good enough.’ It helped that people were always coming going—nobody would bat an eye at a few new faces here and there. It stood to reason that his old compatriots would still be in the shipping hub. He entertained the thought of asking them if they knew anything about the princess, but quickly dismissed the thought; they may have been illegal immigrants, but that didn’t mean they were anything else. Still, the chance to surprise the folks with a short visit didn’t sound so bad.

[i]But only if the investigation leads me there. We’re here on a mission,[/i] he reminded himself, as he wrapped a plaid, flannel scarf around his neck and made sure his armored vest didn’t show through his clothes. 

And as the squad got ready to set out, Kensington arrived with the question of the day. Adrian fussed with his scarf as he glanced at him and said, “I was just about to ask that. Like, do we draw straws?” He turned to look at Silver, after he’d made his suggestion. “Or did you already have something in mind?”