“I can’t tell you what happened next,” Redkevik answered calmly, firmly meeting the gaze of the selected assembly of Lord Wizards of the First Circle.

There was Lord Wizard Tarolazol, a polite and quiet wizard of far less importance than the two Wizard of the Lords besides him; Lord Wizard Heshiva, that ever gentle smile on his face barely betrayed by a slightest frown, and Lord Wizard Axofari, leading the inquisitive line of questions in an aggressive and uncooperative way. Judging the way his bushy brows were so intensely pulled together that they almost touched he appeared not too happy with Redkevik’s answer.

Redkevik however had nothing more to say, because he simply didn’t know any more of what had happened in Funnix. Most of them had their debriefing within the military circle Mezboahn already, only Redkevik had been summoned to Mezaiz, the First Circle. Most wizards rarely to never had a reason to be in Mezaiz, and if they had it was usually a cause for concern. Redkevik knew these…
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