Chapter ONE - Weebly

His boots were still damp, but they were the only pair
he had. He examined his arm, which was covered with
fresh scars from all the conjuring he had done the past
few days, and lamented having charmed the door.
Remembering Janna’s mullein, he retrieved the pouch
from a pocket of his wet clothes, which lay in a pile on
the floor by Kannice’s door. Then he went down to the
tavern.
“… Break it down an’ fix it later!” he heard Kelf
shouting through the door as he reached the bottom of
the stairs.
Kannice glanced back at him, eyes wide.
“No, Kelf!” Ethan called. “I think I can get it!”
“Ethan!” the barkeep said. “Wha’d ya do t’ this
blasted thing?”
“I’m not sure, give me a minute.” He hated to use
even a single leaf of the mullein for this, but he didn’t
want to have to explain to Kelf why he had his sleeve
up and his knife out. Extegimen ex verbasco
evocatum. End warding, conjured from mullein. Feeling
the hum of power, seeing Reg, he looked selfconsciously
at Kannice, though of course she hadn’t