“Good, Saoirse! Those light arrows get more accurate and more powerful each time!” Kyrie encourages her friend. Myghal has gamely agreed to help them with target practice, covering himself in a magic shield that lights up when hit in a color indicating how harmful the blow would have been without the shield. “I’ll say,” Myghal agrees. “It’s getting harder to block them completely. Maybe switch to something else for a bit?” “Of course.” “Anything I can help with?” Alastair offers. He’s been rather miffed to have been left out of this bit of training. “If you’re willing to be the target of a taunting spell,” Kyrie offers. “A taunting spell?” Saoirse asks, confusion evident. “Sometimes they’re very useful, to draw enemies’ attention away from a wounded teammate or as a distraction while

