Diavan frowned. “You have… ghoulish moments, Sigrune.”
“Yup.” We ordered our meals, and I pulled out the shard from the orb. “Now that we’ve masterminded your problem, I was wondering if either of you two enchanter types could tell me anything about this.”
Diavan took it first. “Is this from that orb you told me about under the shifters’ house?”
“Another one like it.” I was encouraged that he’d guessed that, especially since he hadn’t seen the one under the house. Could he recognize the faint magical signature remaining in the shard as being dark elf? “The in-one-piece orb was in Rupert’s bar a couple of weeks ago. Now the bar is closed and the orb is gone. Except for that.”
“You found it left behind?” Diavan asked.
“Kind of. I mugged an eight-year-old for it.”
Their eyebrows flew up
