Chapter 18
The next few days are surprisingly peaceful. I don’t have any money, but it’s easy enough to cloud people’s minds and make them believe I do. I’m using more magic than I have in the past few years, but the song of power’s died down to manageable levels. Maybe some part of me broke and it all leaked out. I don’t trust it, but I don’t question it too much either. Signs of the upcoming disaster are everywhere. Pawn shops associated with the esoteric have closed their doors. Boutiques and salons with elven connections are suddenly sold out of all but human-made products. The dwarf-run garbage routes run late. But none of it is my business and that feels damn good.
I wonder if the residents of Tipton have any idea their world is about to break apart. Something I once heard from dwa
