I smiled. It made perfect sense. While I was training to become a wizard at St. Rolla, Master Breen and I would make the torturous trip down the Lavis to Crow’s Nest island to fish. It was the perfect setting for a trap. The island was small and mostly barren. Only a few souls could hide themselves on the island and only if they were particularly talented in such matters. But I did not fear a trap. Master Breen said a Sacred Circle would be consecrated. That meant the abbot of St. Rolla would come himself and sprinkle the land with holy water and say the necessary prayers to make the soil sacred. Burning torches, set on ten-foot-long poles, would encircle the sacred soil and any who entered the Sacred Circle would be immune from all laws and religious edicts which might harm them.
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