The Mage's Heart
After a moment, a flood of other servants burst out of the stairs, in a wild frenzied flight of terrified people.
“Enough!” it was the woman mage. “Enough.”
Rivyn said nothing, but the building ceased trembling. I drew my song to a close and the room stilled. Mages picked themselves up from the floor. I could hear their moans and groans, and their heavy breathing as if they had all run hard in pursuit of us. Rivyn, by comparison, was unflustered. It had been nothing to him to hold off the attack of two hundred or more mages and almost bring their building down around their ears.
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