Chasing the Golden Trinket
I feel at ease already with him, he looked like a perfect fatherly figure for me.
“Also,” he fixed his seating position. “Who was trapped in my glamour?”
Oh, right. He owes me that.
“I was.”
He looked at me and chuckled lightly.
“So, it was you who escaped.”
Yeah, it was me. That glamour had such a small opening to escape from. It almost killed me.
“Now, before you all go into an adventure, you must all be physically and magically present. Train for now, while I research about the trinket,” he declared and stood up.