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It was not until after their celebratory evening meal of roasted venison and root vegetables that Sorath’s issue was addressed. He had almost decided that his new lord had forgotten about it, when Tarkyn asked, “How will we manage with so many sorcerers, next time a patrol is nearby? Sorath, understandably, does not want to spin a tale unless he has to.”
“Yeah, good question” said Bean. “That story of ours was pretty thin.”
“Especially the bit about me not being able to hold my beer,” growled String, a wry smile belying his tone.
“What magic do you sorcerers in Harkell’s family have?” asked Waterstone. “If we know that, we can look at other solutions. I know Harkell can sharpen blades and arrowheads but other than a feeble shield, not much else. What about the rest of you?”
“Natura
