Then Tristan came to his senses, and he suddenly remembered the lava flow. The consul produced a parchment from the folds of his robe. “What about the wizards and the sorceress?” he asked. Walking to the drawbridge,Reznik watched as shrews by the hundreds submerged into the lake.
Asidefrom blinking, he could not otherwise close his eyes. Closing his eyes, he folded his hands before him and recalled the needed incantation. In his other he again took upthe silver tongs. “We need to speak with you,” Abbey told Tristan.
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