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Jon expected Tarkyn to explain proudly how he or they had managed it but instead, he looked uneasy and embarrassed. After some hesitation, he replied, “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that right now.”
Jon and the troopers and the shamans looked intrigued and Tarkyn could see they were conjecturing wildly.
“Interesting,” said Jon. “So, it’s secret sorcerer’s business, is it? Some kind of spell that will wear off over time?”
Tarkyn was almost tempted to let him think that it was. It was a good explanation that would cover up the existence of woodfolk. He let out a sigh and gave a wry smile, aware that his integrity often landed him in difficult situations that dissemblance could avoid.
“Not exactly,” was all he said. He diverted the conversation by becoming business-like. “Now, time to g
