“If it ever gets here.” One person was heard to mutter, but the rest of the villagers cheered, reinforced in their beliefs by the tale of the invisible wizard.
Maolmordha watched the distant crowd, scanning it for any sign of the wizard that had escaped her master. She was sure the filthy rat was amidst them. She had heard his voice, witnessed his magic as he had stirred up the wind. Any fool for leagues around would be able to taste the tang of a focus in the air, and it seeped into her through every pore. Maolmordha shared her master's distaste for focussing. Maolnemrhyth on the other hand had never acquired such a distaste, and observed the gathering dispassionately. This was the student's first test. To be placed yet again within proximity of those that had once been most loved, and t
