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It was not until dusk that the rest of the refugee sorcerers finally had their promised audience with Tarkyn. In the interim, reports had come in from woodfolk on all sides of the forest and Tarkyn had joined his mind with his eagle’s to fly over the surrounding area to survey the effects of the forest’s unleashed power, while a steady stream of pigeons had brought messages to Stormaway from further afield.
Unusually for Tarkyn, he was nervous before meeting the refugees. He had not been in the presence of so many sorcerers since his arraignment. He fussed about the fact that many of them, even the thieving family, were better dressed than he. But on the other hand, he did not want to appear other than as he truly was. He had no wish to use the wizardly glamour they had used to introd
