The two hours Tsalinade promised ended at the end of our afternoon tea, and Heraz came to deliver the teleportation scrolls on a silver platter.
Where he got that silver plater, I had no idea. He even dressed like a butler, truly your average master spy.
I checked the spell once more to see if she input the calculation for the people using the scroll correctly, and checked for any sneaky spell. While I wouldn't be able to notice any complicated trick, I could at least check for the basic and the important circuits according to what Eruha and Lesta taught me.
After all, I hadn't completely trusted Tsalinade yet.
Thankfully, these scrolls seemed legit. If Tsalinade put anything, it would have to be woven intricately so that only a master spellmaker like Uncle Sol could notice. If she managed to do that...kudos to her, I guessed?
