Finally landing his chair directly before the cottage door, the crippled wizard raised hishands. “Why have you attacked us?”“My identity is of no consequence to you,” Einar answered. Urgently elbowing her husband out of the way, an especially rotund woman stepped forward. It would not be asconclusive as blood records, but in the wizards’ absence it would take them one step closer tothe truth.
The rider wore a soft black robe with its hood pulled upover his head. Withouthesitation he walked over to where his weapons lay and started strapping them over his rightshoulder. Reaching her destination, the queen of the Vagaries stopped before a pair of tall twin doors. Tristan had no ideawhat sort of food it was, but it smelled wonderful.
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