Rhiann Klarje concentrated on the Hanging Gardens, scattered a bit of the soil he had taken from the Snowberry Bush’s former home, and muttered a simple command. In an instant he stood in the main garden just a few feet away from Decima’s cottage. The startled ferret fled from the hole in the ground. Rhiann muttered a phrase and gestured as the ferret ran away. All the Detect Magick Spell told him was that the furry beast was indeed a familiar. A furry little spy! Rhiann followed the beast a bit. He reached into his ever-present rucksack and grasped Exeter’s hilt.
The soothing feminine voice entered his thoughts and said, “It’s a woodland creature, Rhiann. It’s not an enemy, but an extension of an enemy.”
Rhiann thought, “It’s a familiar! Whose familiar?”
The voice replied, “He’s more than thirty paces away, Rhiann, and I’m not privy to the nature of familiars.”
Rhiann thought, “Familiars are Magick, not Nature.”
The sorcerer watched it run toward the invisible bridge. The ferret scampered across Red Creek and headed off toward the woods to the west.
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