In the distance, two caravels drove away in the night of the Pure Market streets in Darkmount. At the same time, a portal of silver manifested and ushered out three Mages; Traveller Merisset, daughter of the High Magus, Summoner Grengo, master of Endswatch, and Summoner Zadoc, prime caster of Demons.
Agnes, the fat, bitter merchant, saw them walk out of the portal and her eyes narrowed to slits of annoyance. "And now we got the magic people! Today ain't getting any better!"
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Duke Bellunder sat alone in his royal office, the bright light of the office drowned everything in a sunlight glow that was much different compared to the gloom within him.
His chair creaked softly as he leaned back, his fingers steepled under his chin. Deep wrinkles furrowed his forehead, testifying to the troubled thoughts weighing heavily on his mind.
