“Fine. You have five minutes.” 

“There’s a girl in Littlewater I need you to save,” she started to explain.

“Why can’t you save her yourself? You’re not exactly helpless,” Pantomime interjected.

Virtue shook her head. “Things are more complicated than that,” she replied. “There were men looking for her. Two of them. She managed to give them the slip…but I heard them talking. I’m guessing they were chasing her because she killed one of their friends…the way the described it. She sounds just like you. What if she’s another–”

“We sure as hell aren’t going to solve any of this if we stand around arguing either. It don’t matter what she is. She can’t be allowed to do that again.”

Their voices echoed against the alley walls. Should she run again? She tried to will herself to get up, but her body wouldn’t move. The world was spinning and all she could do was push herself back into the shadows and pray for their cover was enough.

“No way some low-class spellcaster could pull something like that off. Did you see it? She just closed her eyes… and t-then…his skin started sliding off. Like it was melting. What the hell kind of magic does that?”

“I’m just trying to make sense of all this mess.”