Dismayed at the condition of his room, Serrin still wasn’t sure whether he agreed with Michael’s idea about staying here. True, it would be the last place anyone in his right mind would consider looking for them—unless that someone had access to the phone and fax numbers that had brought them here. Later, he would want to cast some magic to conceal them, but he’d have to be careful about spellworking in case Indra went off the deep end about such things. He didn’t sense any magic around the place, but he also didn’t know much about Cape shamans and mages—and he certainly didn’t want to take the chance of giving offense if Indra did have one on tap.