Dealing with people who planned to blow up children for the crime of losing their homes did seem like it was worth the detour.

And that isn't something he'd say about a lot of the idiot errands they'd gotten distracted by.

His route takes them back uphill, past the newspaper offices and the Elfsong Tavern, the gates of the graveyard.

I was buried in there. Haven't been back since, for reasons I'm sure you can guess.

He doesn't go inside now, either.