The Pack's Emissary
The room rustled with bugs as a result.
“Hmm,” Meguitte carefully picked her way across the room, avoiding the trap which was as freshly marked as the day Leighton had made it, and selected a jar that already seethed with bug life. She set it near the door and reached out with her power. “Inlerum caprae.”
Within moments, the bugs began making trails towards the jar, the flies plunging into the sticky mess, and the insects crawling up the glass.
“Nice,” Connery approved from behind the mask. “Can you do anything about the smell?”
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