They were an odd crew: the thin old man with his head slightly cocked, the stocky girl running her thumb over a raspberry cane, the small boy watching individual leaves on the maple tree quiver as they were struck by the first drops of rain.
"What's with them?" Marius asked.
"They're #code-breakers," Quentin replied. "The old man knows the code of changing air pressure. The girl reads the code in plants' defensive barbs. And the boy interprets rain."