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Journey of the Sorcerer

“This is your task to undertake, and yours alone. I bid you good luck.â€?

Blande the Tree Elf rubbed his chin for a moment and seemed to stare out into space before looking back at the wizard. “Yeah, why not.”

“Wait, hang on,” said Gerkyn, completely taken aback. “You’re actually going to do the quest?”

“Yeah. I’ve been looking for an excuse to get out of the house. It’ll do me good.”

“Fantastic! Let me just get out the paperwork.”

“Although, it sounds dangerous,” Blande said, rubbing his chin again.

“Very,” agreed Gerkyn. “There are dragons in the Woods of Labyr that’ll drag you off by your d—”

“Very dangerous,” Blande repeated. “I’ll need magical aid.”

“Yes, I expect so,” said the wizard. He had an inkling of what direction this was heading in.

“Will you accompany me?”

Gerkyn sighed, and nodded. He was, of course, contractually obliged to go with anyone who bought into the quest. He had things he’d rather be doing, such as continuing to breathe in and out. Still, he if wanted to make the sale…

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