Space blurred around Zorian, and then he was back in Knyazov Dveri, emerging in one of the less traversed streets where he was fairly sure no one would see him teleporting in and out. It wouldn’t be a huge problem if it got out that he could teleport, but it would be notable and would attract attention. Few mages would be willing to teach the spell to a fifteen-year-old, and even fewer fifteen-year-olds would be capable of learning it. It would be best if he were discreet for now.
His arrival appeared to go unnoticed, and he promptly exited the street and went towards the town square to grab something to eat. He was quickly distracted, though, by a newspaperboy’s shouting.
“Shocking news!” the boy yelled. “A Cyoria mercenary company found dead to a man in their homes! Monsters stalk th
