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“You little thieves, you’ll regret even touching me.”

“Actually, since you wanted to kill us, I really doubt that. I rather like living,” Tandrel said. Simon scanned the magic pass for a moment, and tore it up. The man who had been hunting them sat tied up in a small abandoned tavern. They had little light, despite the midday sun outside. The Majestic glared at them.

“I could burn you up right now, you know.”

Simon laughed. “Stop bluffing. You would have done it already. I doubt you even know elemental magic. Yours is probably all spiritual and useless.”

“It let me find you.”

“Much good that did,” Tandrel said. “What’s so special about this gem? Why would the Follings hire a Heretic to get it back?”

The man looked back and forth between them, then sighed. “You might be able to get a nice price on the market with that, but its real value is in its magic use.”

“So you want it for yourself? Are you working behind the Follings’ back?”

“No! I mean…yes?” The man drooped his head.

Simon and Tandrel looked at each other. “Nobles using magic? Interesting…”

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3 Comments

  1. so far what do you think of hope to die


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