The inn was quiet, cool, and beautiful in its simplicity.
It was perfect for our needs.
My skin was prickling something fierce. Someone, somewhere nearby was using some powerful magic.
Rowan knocked on my door, before entering.
My clan was safe enough for us to each have our own rooms, and I quickly shot Rowan down when he suggested we share again.
I needed a break.
Not from him, but from everyone.
"Yes, Rowan?"
"Sir. There's…something odd happening outside." He walked inside and pulled the curtain aside. He pointed down to the ground, where a shimmering figure floated just a few inches above the ground.
An old man.
Headmaster Pyrab.
"Thanks, lad."
I leapt from the window, Ilargia slowing my descent until I stood just in front of the figure.
"Ah, Lukas." His voice crackled and sounded far away.
"Sir, maybe adjust your connection," I said. "Summon a couple more spirits to help boost the signal"
