Zorian threw a significant glance towards Ibery, hoping that Kirielle would take the message. She did, sort of, though she didn’t react to the information the way he hoped she would.
“Oh come on, the nice lady won’t snitch on you for doing magic on the train,” Kirielle declared out loud. She then turned towards the startled Ibery and gave her the most soulful puppy-eyes look she could muster. “You wouldn’t do that, would you?”
“Umm…” Ibery mumbled, fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat. “What? I thought the train had countermeasures to stop spellcasting?”
“It does?” asked Kirielle, surprised.
“It does,” Zorian confirmed. No point in playing dumb now. “They just disrupt spellcasting though, not make it impossible. You can work around it if you’re good enough.”
“And… you’re that goo
