Epilogue

At the command of the teacher, he found a stone in the water and, stretching out his hand, pointed his fingers at the running stream. As pressure began to build up under his palm, Grog clenched his fingers. The stone was caught the size of a camping barrel and did not immediately succumb. The water sparkled for a long time around his smooth sides before he lifted a smooth piece of basalt over the stream.

Looking up at the glittering boulder above, Bangladore nodded in satisfaction.

“ Do me a favor,” Grog asked, opening his fingers.

The stone flopped into the water, showering the shore in a myriad of sparkling drops. Banglador wiped his wet face and looked at him with displeasure.

I need personal time.

– Why?

- It's personal.

The sorcerer smiled, appreciating the pun.

- Good. You can do whatever you want in the afternoon when the heat takes over.

With these words, the necromancer handed him the fourth beaker with a white slurry that looked like milk. Grog drank the stimulant and strain
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