Darkness had fallen hours ago and yet the forest surrounding Eleanor's house was as bright as a summer's midday afternoon. The trees and grass which usually whispered quite silently of the nights activity seemed to be more alive then ever. In this world, the woods did not speak to him like they did at home but it did not take much see that the fire-raisers had come. As fast as his legs could carry him Dustfinger ran toward the house in which the only copy of Inkheart still existed. There was his only chance at freedom, there was his only chance at being home again and there he would do anything, anything to protect it.
No, it wasn't because he was becoming fond of the people inside and it certainly wasn't to ensure their safety or to warn them that of the fire-raiser's approach. What did he care about them or their well-being? It was that damned Silver-tongue's fault he was trapped here in the first place! Never-the-less, Dustfinger hissed his was passed a few of the torches, trying to die down the flames as best he could but fire did not obey him here like it did in his world...
Slinking past the trees with Gwin at his feet and his backpack bouncing on his back, Dustfinger scrambled across the front lawn toward the large wooden house. No one was there to see him climb up through the window he knew to be the library of Eleanor's house. His eyes immediately met with a familiar woman who appeared rather startled at his intrusion. Resa- with her daughter who was now so grown that she looked more like a twin beside her mother.
"Capricorn's men." he spoke through labored breathing. "They're here. They've come for Silvertongue and for the book." He needed to hear that it was safe. He needed to hear that they'd still had it locked out of harms way.