The two men sat in the same room where they had met before.

The white-haired noble scowled at his companion. “Don’t you have something other to wear than that ugly brown jacket?”

“I like this color. Suits me just fine. Did you call me here to talk about clothes?”

“No, we haven’t come here to discuss your sartorial choices,” the noble said. “It’s been several days, and you have nothing to show for your efforts. The mage has arrived here in the capital, and you tell me you saw no one?”

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“I did what you asked. I watched all the ways into the city. Not one person traveling the roads had the scent of magic on them. The only interesting thing I saw was some idiot running naked through the forest being chased by ghosts.” The stocky man laughed at the memory.

The noble frowned. “Well, it is too late now. I have another task for you down in Isé. Have a care you don’t fail in this one, for it is of vital importance to my employer.”

“What do you want down in Isé?”

The noble leaned forward. “There is a caravan heading to the Great Shrine carrying the new high priestess…”