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blond hair and blue eyes marked him as Windameran through and through.
He also dressed impeccably well and had not one, but two magic pouches riding
on his left hip.
    Sevana perked up hopefully. The promised magicians, perhaps?
    “Sevana,” Decker greeted. “Good work.”
    “You shall pay for not warning me she’s afraid of heights,”
she informed him darkly.
    He froze and glanced at the old woman, still buried in
relatives, before asking slowly, “What if I didn’t know?”
    “You’ll still pay,” she growled, hours of pent-up
frustration leaking out.
    Decker slumped, muttering, “I reckoned as much,” before
heaving a great sigh. “What if I buy you dinner?”
    After skipping lunch and having a very measly breakfast,
food sounded like a sublime plan. “I will magnanimously forgive you if you do
so. For now, who are your tagalongs?”
    Decker turned and gestured to Glasses with an open palm.
“This is Danel Goffin, Wizard and—” Decker turned to indicate the man standing
on the other side “—Piotr Roland, Wizard. Gentlemen, Artifactor Sevana Warren.”
    Goffin took a step forward and offered her a hand, which she
reciprocated, and found his grip to be pleasantly firm without being
overpowering. “Artifactor Warren, it’s a pleasure. Prince Bellomi came to me
personally the day you left and asked that I come here immediately.”
    “I’m glad you did,” she answered truthfully. Flying off to
the rescue had proven to be a major pain. Sevana would willingly hand that
chore over to someone else. She released her grip and offered a hand to Roland.
“Wizard Roland.”
    “Artifactor Warren,” he greeted in a surprisingly high voice,
grip somewhat flimsy. “Pleasure. Hunter Decker just showed us your tracking
board and the charms you put on everyone. It’s a wonderfully simplistic system.
Thank you for setting it up and making our jobs easier.”
    “I was trying to make my life easier,” she responded
dryly. “After all, I had no idea how long it would take for anyone to show up
and take over. But I assume that I don’t need to explain the system to either
of you?” That had better be the case, otherwise they weren’t magicians of a
high enough caliber to be trusted with any job, much less one of this
magnitude. But both men just gave her a smile and nod of confirmation, not at
all worried. Satisfied, she waved a hand toward her temporary workroom. “Then
feel free to move it to wherever you need it to be. I won’t miss it.”
    “We certainly will,” Roland assured her. “However, perhaps
you can explain just what kind of magic we’re up against? Pierpoint gave us
some information, but he didn’t know much, and I think we need to know what’s
causing this.”
    They certainly did. “Over dinner,” she said firmly. “I’m
famished.”
    ~ ~ ~
    With two other magicians at the village’s beck and call,
Sevana didn’t have a rude pre-dawn awakening and so slept until the sun had
properly risen. It made for a much better rising and she didn’t feel homicidal
upon opening her eyes, just grumpy. Shuffling around, she managed to get
dressed, put her hair up into a very messy bun, and find breakfast without
knocking anything over or breaking anything. But with a happy belly and some of
that amazing hot cider in hand, she felt ready to get to work.
    She expected Sarsen to come in at some point tonight or
early tomorrow, and when he came, he would have a lot of questions. Right now,
she only had answers to some of them. So she took some of her most sensitive
tools, her notebook, and a cushion (she did not intend to sit on that hard
cobblestone all day) and went to the fountain to work.
    The sun slowly climbed high in the sky, moving the shadows
around the courtyard and warming her up pleasantly as the sunlight touched her.
Sevana blocked out all the distractions—the smells of food being prepared, the
sounds of people walking around and talking to each other, the clatter of carts
and horses