After a few more minutes of bickering and refused offers of alcoholic beverages, Zorian finally managed to excuse himself. Ignoring Orinus’s muttered questioning of Zorian’s masculinity due to his refusal to drink anything remotely alcoholic, he left the inn and started searching the streets of Knyazov Dveri for an out-of-the-way corner from which he could teleport without being seen. The game had been both unexpectedly fun and useful for his mind magic training, but he hadn’t been lying when he said he had to get going. Timing was crucial for what he intended to do.
In the previous restart, he learned that most of the soul mages on Kael’s list had disappeared or died recently. That was, of course, highly suspicious. There was a good chance the whole thing was somehow connected to the t
