The Mage's Heart
I wondered if the people of Nerith were in general tolerant or intolerant of their non-mankind neighbours.
“Things are not made here,” the mage’s apprentice told me, ignoring the disruption of the thieves. They were simply part of the everyday scenery to him. I wondered if he did not see the brethren amongst the shoppers, or if they were as commonplace to him as to be unremarkable. “This is just where they sell them. There is a place elsewhere in the city where the work is done, but you would not want to go there. It is disgusting.”
It made sense, I decided, that where the wealthy shopped would be nearer to their homes and kept nice, but where the produce was made, would be in a poorer secti
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