"Do you think we can pass?" Number 7 asked as she fiddled with her Wand Rifle. They were currently situated in a tavern near Central Square. To be able to have a huge room in one of the hottest taverns is considered to be a luxury but that was the power of the King.
One word from him and the royal servants would be able to get what he wants as long as it was within the means of the servants. Right now, the First Mage Air Squad were lying around each corner of the room while quietly practicing their physical reloads of the Wand Rifle as a habit. A few others were merely cleaning it up and only Number 4 was attempting to recite incantations as a means of practicing other miscellaneous magic.
