“Whether she makes it to her world or not doesn’t really matter. The fact that she was afoot in their precious sanctuary should spur the Elders to action. We have scapegoats. We’ll say the dead guard and trog enabled her escape by stealing your wand. I’ll report the treachery of the guard to the council,” Orylan scoffed.
“She has escaped the prison area,” Phynne surely stated. “The wand’s Languages Spell has been activated. She can communicate, but she won’t find a willing ally.”
“She had no trouble ‘Charming’ the troglodyte! Why didn’t you anticipate that?” Orylan said chastising his comrade.
“She beguiled the beast! It was a feminine thing! It wasn’t Magick! I can’t anticipate that! I thought the beast would rip her apart!” Phynne said, defending himself as he ran.
“How do you know it wasn’t Magick?” Orylan panted.
“She had no wand. She uttered no words! She had no materials!” Phynne objected.
“Magick! We should rely more on the sword!” Orylan puffed as they reached an ally filled with activity.
“Relax! Your worries are for naught! We have her cornered. I’ll soon have my wand back,” Phynne said.
The leaders made their way through the crowd and reached an open door to a drying storeroom. Several of their soldiers lay dead. Others pummeled the stacks of leaves in the storeroom.
The prisoner was gone!
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