Five people walked out of Thornwall.
Tarris, twenty-two, two years contained, who had spent the first hour after extraction studying every ceiling he passed with the focused attention of someone building a new relationship with architecture.
Pela, thirty-one, three years contained, who had organized Lira's documentation materials so efficiently that Lira had given her the full documentation pack to carry and she had accepted it with the satisfaction of someone who had been waiting three years to be useful.
Davin, thirty-eight, seven years contained, the Stone Reader who pressed his hands to the ground at every road junction and told them things about the geological structure beneath their feet that were accurate and occasionally alarming and always delivered with the calm precision of someone finally allowed to do the work they were built for.
