The Last Amulet
I waved over a couple of maids and they helped him to his feet, taking him to the wall, where they dabbed at his face and comforted him accordingly.
I stood and watched as the mages scrambled back to their duties, awkwardly resuming their chanting.
“Come here, Shareef,” I said, comely.
He stumbled over his feet and lowered his head. His brown hair had flecks of black ooze sticking out at the ends. Did I tell you to roll in the goo? I thought, confused why he would voluntarily partake in something like this.
“Is the contraband ready?”
“Y-your highness,” he started, “the contraband might take some time to neutralize, especially since no one can nullify its protection spells. Mage Faruq barely
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