![]() ![]() ![]() “I imagine not,” he licked his lips and edged back slightly. “I don’t understand…” the mage stammered, aware of how close her face was which didn’t happen often due to how tall he was. “What – did – you – do?” the young woman asked, poking his chest with every word. She had wild magic! More than he’d ever seen on a person before, including the Banjiku. Arram was immediately struck by the copper aura that sounded her. ![]() She frowned and approached cautiously until she was very close – intimately close. “Numair, are you ready for lunch?” A beautiful young woman with smoky-brown curls, blue-grey eyes, a soft mouth and slender curves appeared at the doorway and gaped. Arram thought he should be in Carthak but the temperature and humidity seemed to suggest otherwise. Normally that would have piqued his curiosity however, what was taking up most of his brainpower was how he had gotten here in the first place. The shelves were filled with crystals, potions, charms, books and on the desk was a scroll with a very elaborate spell inscribed on it. Arram Draper sat in front of a large wooden desk in what looked like a master’s workroom. ![]()
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