“You controlled me,” Durran said, his brows furrowed and eyes staring at the ground. They sat in the saferoom, the other two busy with their own tasks. A ward concealed their conversation.

Argrave scratched the back of his neck. “Well, let’s not make it weird.”

Durran looked up. “Bit too late for that, Argrave. Are you… you didn’t take anything strange this morning?” He scanned his eyes like he was looking for dilated pupils. “Keep going. How?”

“Well, with a…” Argrave held up his hands, fiddling with his thumbs. “A controller. A little object, with buttons and a rubber stick that could move in all directions. That’s how I moved you.”

Durran stared at Argrave, completely silent.

“Sometimes I’d use a keyboard. It was a little board with a lot of buttons, one for each letter and numeral. Plus some… symbols,” Argrave shook his head. “Listen—just think of it like this. I’ve done all of this before. I know this world very well. I experienced things through you and some others.” Argrave leaned and patted Durran on the shoulder. “Just thought it was long overdue to tell you. You’ve been doing good work. And that brings us to the reward I promised you,” Argrave continued quickly, retrieving a prepared package that jingled.

Argrave threw the bag at Durran, and the man quickly threw his hand up and caught it with his left hand. It slid out of his two remaining fingers, but the other hand quickly caught it so adeptly he seemed used to doing so.

“Sorry,” Argrave apologized. “But that’s… well, it’s a lot of cash. Two pink coins, fifty of those gold ones.”

Durran’s face brightened at once. “You’re kidding.” He grabbed the string binding the bag closed and pulled it, opening it up. At once, some of the sheening rose gold magic coins veritably shone out of the bag, as though the leather concealed rainbows instead of metal. “This is… good gods. This is a lot of reward. I—” Durran paused. “Forget that. You can’t just cut me off at that point. What in the world is ‘Heroes of Berendar?’ This is the last damn explanation I expected!”

Argrave looked around as though someone might hear, but the ward blocked all sound from escaping. “Well, it’s just like I said.”

“This place was a game for you,” Durran pointed to the ground. “I don’t know. It’s a pretty far cry from some card game or… or a weaved ball you’d kick about on a dune of sand. I don’t get it.”

Argrave leaned back, exasperated. “The reason I dragged my feet is because I hate talking about it. It’s…”

kills the mystique a little. But I’m just… trying to wrap my head around

Or maybe it does recreate, given I’m here, now.” Argrave shook his head in frustration. “I don’t understand half of this nonsense myself. I hate talking about it because I don’t like thinking about it. I’m here. I’ve got you,

trust me,” Durran

Argrave nodded. “I do.”

the side. “Just had to give up a few fingers,

laughed, but immediately

weren’t ever

his

No life-or-death. No cults, ancient gods… no struggle to find a meal every day,”

Durran. “I was lucky, yeah.

with a blank stare. “I guess mettle must be in the blood. No other explanation

down. “I just played

definition of safe.” Durran weighed the back of coins in his hand, then said, “Well, gods be damned. This is a nice bag to spend. I can do a lot. Try northern liquor, your food, maybe your women,” Durran said with a smile, but for

can’t pass judgement. Ever since my body got better, I’m constantly… well, forget that. The point is to take a break. After you handle

Durran pointed.

inconspicuously, you should be able to get a fair bit done without raising eyebrows. And you’re reliable about matters like this.” Argrave retrieved a paper. “Got a small shopping list for you. While Elenore snoops on Rancor, I have to prepare for the immediate future. We’re in the capital—plenty of shops that have things I need,

Wizard, not me,” Durran shook his head. “How can I buy anything

a system for servants to buy

his knees. “Alright, master. As you command. This servant will go and do your bidding. I

fun. And if you have any more questions about what I disclosed to you, about my past…” Argrave put his hand on

wrapped the string back around the bag and closed it, hooking

I suspect,” Argrave

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