The cleric turned from the eerie glow on the tomb, to the wizard. “Your sort of magic, I believe.”
“Nay,” said the mage. “Yours.”
“I think not.”
“Well, if we stand arguing long enough, we’ll die, and it’ll be yours for certain.”#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 9, 2018
“Your sort of magic, I believe.”
