He stomped off toward the west, toward Oyngestun. The sorcery in the shells would make them burst fourhours after they touched iron. He was very good toher; he'd raised her since her parents had died in a wrecked caravan whenshe was hardly more than a baby. Even with a good target, he knew a foot- soldier had to be lucky - had to be more than lucky - to bring down adragon.
That is asbasic a law of sorcery as those of similanity and contagion, though f o\vnthat many mages are loth to admit as much. This time, though, he had enough. If a baron or a well-connected restaurateur complained about him, he'd endup on permanctit iiight duty M the nasty part of town. It is good, Fernao said in Yaninan.
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