He repeated the action three times in quick succession, recalling himself to three similar spots, walked off in a random direction for an hour or so, and then finally teleported himself to his real destination.
Two days later, when no one tried to track him down to the small, remote village he’d chosen for his current base (mostly because it was in the middle of nowhere with nothing but fields of wheat for miles in any direction), he finally breathed a sigh of relief… and promptly started planning his next foray into the city. Next time he would check out the aranea ruins to see if Red Robe had placed any tripwires there to alert him of intruders.
When Zorian had first considered going back to Cyoria, he had immediately dismissed the idea as madness. He wasn’t ready, and acting prematu
