Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty - Mystery Box
Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty - Mystery Box
"Do you have any idea how little mana I have left?" the man groused.
Sometimes it wasn't hard to sense that someone didn't want to be very helpful. Like this guy. We had met him just outside the Property Deed Archive - the building Booksie and I had been holed up in while we waited for the wedding to start. Apparently, it had been commandeered as a warehouse for wedding presents. All the desks in the communal office had been shoved aside and all the gifts had been piled up in a heap.
The room was now split pretty much down the middle. To one side, the gifts, to the other, the gift.
"I can hold on to this shield forever, it's costing me less mana to upkeep than my regeneration rate, but it's also requiring a lot of focus, and I'm only contracted to work for another hour," the man said.
He was a rather short grenoil wearing a reddish robe with a rather small wizard's hat plopped atop his head. The badges pinned to the front of his robes marked him as an active member of the Mages Guild, which was probably why he was here maintaining a magical shield around Rainnewt's likely-very-bad gift.
"I'm aware of the inconvenience," Amaryllis said. She didn't sound all that sincere, or apologetic, but she was trying. "This situation is exactly why the Guild was hired as part of the security for this event."
"You expected this?" the grenoil wizard asked, or maybe accused.
"We took appropriate measures to ensure that if something like this happened, sufficient security would be in place to prevent any malfeasance," Amaryllis replied rather tersely.