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Sage adjusted his cape. “Well, that was rather interesting. I had no idea such potion masters still existed.”
“They’re pretty rare, but that makes them worth going to,” Caius admitted as he tucked the vial into his coat.
I nodded at where he’d hidden the vial. “So how does that work?”
He grinned at me. “You’ll find out tomorrow.”
“And tonight we shall find a place to sleep,” Sage suggested as he looked up and down the deserted street. “I suppose without an eld between us we must sleep in one of the more comfortable doorways.”
“What about that geld around your neck?” Caius reminded him.
“That is a lucky geld, and I would rather not part with it,” Sage refused.
“So you’d rather sleep outside than give it up?” Caius pointed out.
“I would rather sleep at one of the quaint inns,
