“Let’s stop talking falsely now. The hour is getting late. There’s so much confusion, no pun intended, in these lands. I’ll sweeten the pot. Look at this longsword. I cannot wield the weapon. It’s refused to enter the hand of a Dark Sorcerer. That should interest you,” Confusious urged.
He extended a simple yet beautiful weapon and Alisskirin grasped the hilt of the longsword.
“Take me before he changes his mind,” an appealing feminine voice communicated silently to the Light Sorcerer. The wanderer smiled when he saw the look of surprise on the Light Sorcerer’s face. He didn’t hear the sword’s plea but he knew she was making it. He wanted this to happen. He had tried unsuccessfully to barter with the weapon many times.
“You offer knowledge and an artifact of likely enormous value for but the casting of a single spell. The Haste Spell would not benefit me directly. I don’t see how those of my Order could be offended by my helping you, particularly when you offer something that might serve as a boon in these dire times. Stranger, you have a deal. I know not why a few moments speed has such value for you. Allow me a few moments when you are ready to receive the spell,” Alisskirin agreed.
“Take your few moments, for I am ready. I yen to explore the depths of the desert and the night is young,” Confusious eagerly replied.
“Fair enough,” Alisskirin answered.
Alisskirin placed a dark flattened object in Confusious’ right hand. The hard to come by pieces of Dragon scale required substantial preparation to make the essential ingredient of the Haste Spell usable. Confusious placed the crunchy chip into his mouth and began to chew boisterously. Alisskirin then embarked upon an incantation. Although it seemed to last hours, the hermit actually endured only minutes of searing pain in his feet and legs and a knot and queasiness in his stomach. Twas the price of the spell. Dragon scale, particularly when enhanced by Magick, was not for eating! A creepy crawly sensation and an irrepressible urge to move his legs replaced the searing pain. Confusious felt the urge to run. Acquiring speed greatly enhanced his chances of survival in the great deserts and swamps. The spell gave him limitless energies and was well worth the discomfort.
The hermit attained the gift of speed. The burst of Magick associated with Alisskirin’s casting the spell caught the attention of the patrons scattered about the room. In those days, the presence of a sorcerer was unusual.
The young Light Sorcerer possessed the aged epistle and the wondrous sword. The sword revealed her name was Exeter. As a sorcerer Alisskirin would not be able to wield her, but she hoped he would find for her a worthwhile bearer.
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