Perhaps it was the curse itself that was messing with his mind, or maybe it was something else.
Turning the corner, they found themselves in front of large oak doors from behind which the sounds of music, dance, laughter, and the clinking of expensive cutlery could be heard.
Ash winked at the group, lifted his staff like a lance, and swung. Just as he was about to hit the door, it swung open and the majordomo, dressed in a black doublet with a fashionable puffy collar, walked out to greet them. His eyes met Ash’s. The young mage lowered his staff with an awkward smile and waved a greeting.
The majordomo arched his right eyebrow and cleared his throat.
“How do I introduce you, dear guests?”
“The Stray Stumps,” Mary replied sternly.
The majordomo gave her an unpleasant, haughty l
