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CALLING SPELL
Dayvian had no intention of remaining in a deserted palace at the top of the world. War breaking out in the east was his fault and responsibility. He would not be left out of it simply because he couldn't do magic. Moments after Owailion disappeared, Dayvian bolted back to the room where his host had stored him and began packing his bag. Most important: cauldron and guitar. He threw everything else haphazardly into his pack, then remembered it would be cold outside. He dug out the pot again so he could at least get a decent coat. Only moments after Owailion had left, Dayvian departed Gandoy as well.
"Be sure to lock up," Dayvian mocked in Owailion’s gravelly voice, as he closed the cut crystal doors. "How am I supposed to do that?" Dayvian wrestled the doors to the pala
