Brand's mouth flicks briefly up in a smirk. "Magic," he said. "Rune and me could go for centuries if we don't get ourselves killed first."

That, combined with the way South's memory was petering out, seemed to be enough to pick their next destination: a city alley at night, swept clean except for Brand, Rune, and a taller man with long sandy blond hair and a matching beard. And a fourth man, dark skinned and even taller than the first stranger, silently descending the fire escape of one of the buildings. He wore an impeccable black suit, and his dark hair was braided back from his face. Brand huffs in annoyance and jerks his thumb at the man.

"He's over four hundred."