Back when Kamira studied under him, Master Tijhran often found ways to test and build her patience with meticulous studies and tedious tasks, but pointless waiting was different. With nothing to do, she leafed through Gayabal’s journal in the desperate hope that a random passage would not only hold her attention but reveal the very secrets Yoreus was after. Instead, all she found was rambling of a frustrated man, jealous of pacts the best arcanists had. Every now and then, she looked up the road. Veelk was hiding nearby, and he wouldn’t let anyone sneak up on her, but if she overlooked four thugs approaching, she’d never hear the end of it.
Cringing, she checked the road yet again. Only complete amateurs would keep their distance so far that their marks could freely disappear into the woo
