“You asked about elemental magic?”
Erinwe shot up from her chair and her master spit foam and liquid down his beard. “I didn’t think you’d heard my question,” he replied, more than a bit startled. He leaned forward, wiping his beard with her proffered rag, his weariness long forgotten. “Yes, I’m curious about anyone displaying signs of magic; unexplained events, the ability to control the elements, anything strange. There’s rumors, you see, rumors that elemental magic has returned. I’m looking for proof. For the monastery, of course.”
“Signs of elemental magic? Are you mad?” She had been the one to ask the question but now she acted completely shocked by the topic itself. “By the Gods, good sir. Do I need to cut you off from your black beer so soon?” She seemed fearful of the topic, fearful someone had overheard their exchange. She glanced about and wiped the weathered wooden table with the bar rag. She moved off into the crowd.
Erinwe just watched her. Her master waited. Minutes passed.
“Let us go,” Davius said to Erinwe. “We’ll get nothing more from her.”
As Erinwe followed her master out the door, the waitress stopped her. “Come back at the midnight bell. I can share more, then.”
I’ll talk to brother Davius. I don’t know what he’ll decide.”
“He asked about magic,” the waitress added. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “There is someone.”
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