[h3]Freagon, Irah, Lhirin, Yanin, Jaelnec, Nabi, Jordan and Madara – Fadewatcher station, Borstown[/h3]
“The area is quite overgrown with weeds and wild wheat and barley, yeah,” Quintin confirmed. “So long as you stay low and stick to cover, someone probably could sneak through there.”

Later, after Yanin had finished laying out his plan, Freagon offered a single, firm nod of his head. “This can work. I have no objections.”
Behind him, over by the wall of the station he had retreated to, Jaelnec felt his heart sink twice; once when he realized that Yanin had not mentioned him at all during explaining the plan, and a second time when Freagon agreed to the plan without volunteering Jaelnec for it. Again, just like at the manor – just like every situation in all the time he had traveled with Freagon – he was being left out. He was going to miss his chance to prove that he was useful again. With situations where so many people were involved he had hoped... but by now it was clear that his hope had been in vain. He was just a page, after all, and pages did not fight.