In the crowd I felt the passing souls of warrior-monks. Warrior-monks who were hunting for me and little Ursala. They, like me, were in disguise so it was impossible to lock onto their souls and identify them in the brief moment we crossed paths in the crowd. But they were not searching for me here in Malagna. I could sense from their souls their desire to continue their journey eastward where they thought they might find us.
Smiling grimly, I again thought of the impossibility of my hope to train little Ursala in the ways of a Bretan wizard and convince her to use her powers against evil and the Dark Lords. Too many forces were arraigned against us. Too many for either of us to survive much longer. It was only a question of time before are enemies marshaled their resources and descended
