“Well, so this is the famous Bretan wizard, Roland of the High Crags,” a dry, sardonic voice exclaimed loudly from some hidden point to my right.
“Aye, brother,” a second voice to my left concurred just as sarcastically. “What a marvel of foolishness this heretic exhibits. He senses our trap and walks straight into it, thinking he is going to defeat us.”
I smiled, looking first to my right and then to my left slowly. Behind me, two Imperial Rogarian swordsmen stepped into view, swords drawn and held down to their right sides at the ready. More swordsmen, the best the Imperial Rogarian court could produce, stepped into view to my right and left. And finally, stepping away from behind two large trees rising regally from the center of the commons, the Rogarian wizards appeared.
I recognize
