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guess it was pretty obvious,” Max admitted. “I just haven’t been myself lately.”
    Sarah turned to Wayne. “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sarah.”
    If there was anyone in the world that Max lookedup to, it was Sarah. Not only was she way too smart and too pretty to be hanging around with a pair like him and Dirk, but she was tougher than both of them put together. And where Max was pudgy with glasses and a thick mop of black hair, and Dirk lean (okay, more like scrawny) with a short military-style haircut, Sarah was tall with auburn hair and dark, expressive eyes. Max had seen her both as the quiet smart girl sitting in the front of math class and the fearless warrior who used her judo to bring grown men to the ground. In short, Max was in awe of her, and counted himself lucky to be her friend.
    â€œThat’s Wayne,” Dirk said, confirming the fact that he’d had something to do with the big kid’s appearance in the wrestling pit.
    â€œGood to meet you,” Wayne replied.
    â€œI guess you got to Max in time,” Dirk said, looking his friend over. “No damage done?”
    â€œJust my pride.”
    â€œYeah, I bet.” Dirk added. “Good thing I saw Wayne. I figured, here’s the biggest kid I’ve ever seen—I’m going to be his friend. And then my new friend will rescue my old friend. That’s what having high charisma does for you.”
    Sarah rolled her eyes in response. “So what’s your story, Wayne? Where did you move here from?”
    â€œOh, well I just moved from that small room to here,” he answered. There was a pause, and then Max and his friends starting laughing.
    â€œYep, you’re going to fit in just right,” Dirk added. “Hey, you should come to lunch with us.”
    â€œI am hungry,” Wayne admitted.
    â€œThen lunch is on me,” Max said. “My way of saying thanks.”

    Max and his friends watched as Wayne not only ate a lunch tray full of food but finished Sarah’s leftovers as well. “So, you never said where you were from,” Sarah remarked, watching as Wayne dunked the fries in ketchup and wolfed them down.
    â€œYou gotta respect a man who can eat like that,” Dirk said. “Unlike Max—he’s dainty.”
    â€œVery funny,” Max shot back. “How many times have I saved your skinny hide now?”
    â€œA few,” Dirk said with a nod, settling into his chair. Wayne swallowed before answering Sarah.
    â€œWhere I’m from? Well, it’s a little complicated, andI wanted to make sure you were the right people before I said anything. But you are, aren’t you? You’re the three who brought down the Wizard’s Tower.”
    Max shared a surprised look with his friends—how could he possibly know that ?
    â€œIt’s okay,” Wayne continued, mopping up the last of the ketchup. “I know it’s something that isn’t talked about here. I mean, everyone in the Magrus knows about the Techrus. But for some reason people here don’t know about us.”
    â€œOr the Shadrus,” Dirk added. They had all spent time in the magical Magrus, but the Shadow realm was largely a mystery.
    â€œDirk,” Sarah cautioned, “I’m not sure we should be talking about this.”
    Wayne continued, “They say you left before all the uproar that followed the defeat of Rezormoor Dreadbringer.”
    â€œWe did,” Dirk confirmed. “Although I thought we should hang around and bask in our hero-ness for a while. Pose for statues and such.”
    â€œWhat happened?” Max asked. “After.”
    â€œThe wizards were suddenly without a leader, and theTower was in ruins,” Wayne continued. “Word spread quickly about the boy who could read the book and his companions. The rulers of the Seven Kingdoms were more than a little nervous, of course. They met in a great council