Yes, all valid possibilities. It certainly wasn’t giant sapient telepathic spiders, no sir!
“Oh, and Zorian?” Ilsa continued, rising from her chair to leave. “You’re forbidden from going down in the tunnels until further notice. I understand you wanted to help a friend, but it was still a foolish thing to do.”
“Err, yes professor,” Zorian agreed. “Understood.”
“This is boring!” Taiven complained.
Zorian cracked one of his eyes open so he could glare at her.
“You said you wanted to make it up to me,” he reminded.
“But I meant teaching you some kickass spells, not…” She scowled at the bowl full of marbles in front of her. “Not throwing marbles over your shoulders. Shouldn’t I at least aim a couple at your forehead? I bet you’d be a lot more motivated to get it right that way.”
