A QUEST ENDS
“Cheers, mates!” Pathfinder yelled above the noise of the party. The six of us clinked our mugs. The first floor of our building was packed with people from all over the city and especially the Foreign Quarter, celebrating Roc’s victory. Everything was falling into place, and for once, life seemed to be utterly perfect.
I hopped up onto the bar and sat, surveying the rave in front of me. An orchestra played as people gyrated and jostled for position on the dance floor, which was the entire floor. For the briefest of moments, I took stock of everything that had led to this point.
The quest Professor Lortho had set me on months ago was completed. We had found the Th’aumaturgy Codex, essentially finding magic, or so we thought. Maybe we couldn’t decode it yet, but it was a vic
