They made it into Babanango in the late afternoon. Shakala said little to any of them, save to Tom. The shamans were still wary of each other, and when they stood together they were like bucks agreeing not to lock antlers, Tom deferring to the elf’s ownership of the terrain and Shakala accepting the troll’s presence. But a tension still crackled between them, and Serrin wasn’t sorry when Shakala left them, assigning a few of his warriors to escort them to the outskirts of town.