He was studying. It was hard, though. The loud, boisterous voice of Danyelle echoed throughout the wagon. Yelling about something or other at Dean, so he wouldn’t intervene. Any time that hedge mage was to be defamed by someone else was good to him.
Waiting for the moment Danyelle would come into his room, he carved an arcane symbol on his bedpost. Sure enough, in came the roguish man.
About halfway through the complaints about everything under the sun, he zoned out, ignoring the droning voice talking at him. Soon it became an invasion force on his consciousness. He dismissed his companion with a few carefully selected words about the barbarians they recently encountered. Danyelle stormed out, fuming.
His anger is a great tool he thought. He would have to learn how to harness it...
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