Zorian was in the process of affixing a left arm to the wooden golem he was building when a human mind suddenly appeared in his room. He would like to say that he reacted immediately and decisively, but the truth was that he was momentarily paralyzed by surprise and fear, spent several moments fumbling for a response, and then realized that his mysterious attacker was actually Alanic.
He glared at the priest who had just teleported into his room without warning, trying to set him on fire with his eyes. Sadly, that ability wasn’t one of the things in his repertoire, and Alanic was completely unfazed by his glare.
Note to self: find a spell that lets you set whatever you’re looking at on fire.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Alanic?” Zorian snapped. “I could have shot you if
