It’s at the top of the stairs on the first level of the Magician’s store. A locked door, by far the simplest out of all the extravagant looking doors in the store, he’s never entered. And they’re back at it.
“You made me go through all those chores for an insignificant girl? Who made the request?” If it’s not the girl, then it must be the sponsor. The Magician spun a finger in the air.
It was one of his favorite nights. It’s always night in the Nest but he can tell tonight is his favorite. Quiet, no one in but him. He can talk to himself and no one would think he’s crazy. Also, there’s something in the air. Not the grilling of elk meat that he’s been craving for the last month. Just a sensation that says something is going to happen.