Zorian hummed thoughtfully. He was honest about not needing a divination compass, but he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to check out the
fancier, custom-built ones. While his current methods seemed more than adequate, they could be lacking in a way he wasn’t aware of. It cost him nothing to buy a box of them and then dismantle them to see how they worked.
A few hours later, he left with a list of divination compass makers and a letter of recommendation without which those high-level experts wouldn’t even deign to speak with him. He soon arrived at the local park where Zach was already waiting for him, sitting on the bench and feeding pigeons with bread like some old pensioner.
“Already done?” Zorian asked, mildly surprised. Zach was supposed to check out the combat magic instructors in the c
