Seventeen
After a glance at the motionless elf lying on the floor, I back up slowly, raising my hands. Shield magic hangs in the air in front of me, but it won’t last long if attacked repeatedly with a crossbow. “Chase?” I say as I place one foot behind the other. “Looks like I’m not going home just yet.”
Saber crosses the threshold into the room, and I cast a quick glance over my shoulder at Chase. He’s standing over the urn with the bangle held in a cloth. “Ah, look who decided to join us for the festivities,” he says. “You’re just in time, Mr. Saber.”
“That’s mine,” Saber growls. “I want it back.”
“You did just fine without it all those months it was at the Guild.”
“Things change.”
I edge further back until I’m next to Chase. I sense his shield magic joining mine. “By ‘things chan
