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emember who I was. Suddenly, she frowned pointedly. "You! I hope you
have not come here in an ill-fated attempt to drag me back to the training
chamber... because I most certainly shall not go."
I was smooth as spun sugar when I spoke, "I just wondered if you knew that
Salabesh was happy to hear of your decision, and is requesting to be made
the new mages' tutor."
Her eyes widened and she placed a delicate hand on her breast in shock,
"Salabesh?! That portly little oaf... the man couldn't magic his way out of a
mildewed sack! Now what is this decision you speak of?"
"Why, your decision to remain in the sensoriums, and to no longer train less
experienced mages."
"What?! But... I..." her eyes darted back and forth as she struggled for
words.
"Yes, Lady Thorncombe?"
She glared at me and my slightly smug grin. "Asinine. Wholly asinine. Should
you see Salabesh again, tell him not to bother. I shall return to the training
chambers at once."
Feeling as though my duty was done, I made my way upstairs, through an
archway adorned with the words "Private sensoriums".
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These sensoriums were another thing entirely.
The Sensates here were a well-dressed if eclectic crowd, in splashes of bright
colors that alone would've been elegant, but in a crowd it made my eyes
ache. Many held glasses of wine and chatted quietly among themselves as if
it were a cocktail party. A high, domed ceiling arched over us like a second
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