My dazzling persona—recently dubbed the glamorous King Fifth—was currently focused on three pressing matters:
First, how I was going to deal with evil dark mages, or failing that, how I was going to spit in their face as much as possible. I didn't like the fact that the number of mages dealing in dark goods had multiplied in my city, and well, I was bored.
The other burning question was what to have for lunch and why my damn cocoa was late.
Well, the third, and in this case the most annoying problem of all, was finding out what kind of a mess Rolo and Mose had got themselves into this time.