[ Fedora pads over to stand next to Jacob, and the wizard doesn’t miss the way their captives eye the wolf in equal parts fear and curiosity. Fedora bares his teeth silently, blood staining his muzzle. ]
I’ll cut to the chase, then.
Your compatriots have taken a friend of mine, and I’d like him back.
[ As he speaks, he begins casting, the white light of his magic illuminating his face. At least one of the mages lets recognition flit across his face before schooling his expression. ] How is it you put it? His magic doesn’t draw from the Fade. I’m sure at least one of you knows something.
[ The spells dissipate and the ground around Jacob becomes thick with black smoke, which takes the shape of four more wolves, similar in size and look to Fedora. More Illusion, but it’s good. The wolves move individually, and behave like the real thing. ] If not, well... my companions are quite hungry. I hope you don’t mind.
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I’ll cut to the chase, then.
Your compatriots have taken a friend of mine, and I’d like him back.
[ As he speaks, he begins casting, the white light of his magic illuminating his face. At least one of the mages lets recognition flit across his face before schooling his expression. ] How is it you put it? His magic doesn’t draw from the Fade. I’m sure at least one of you knows something.
[ The spells dissipate and the ground around Jacob becomes thick with black smoke, which takes the shape of four more wolves, similar in size and look to Fedora. More Illusion, but it’s good. The wolves move individually, and behave like the real thing. ] If not, well... my companions are quite hungry. I hope you don’t mind.