In the following mage council, there were almost as many suggestions on how to locate and capture the rogue as there were members. Most of them were impractical and some downright foolish. Voices were raised and a shimmer of anger began to form over the group. Driz sighed, fearful the fragile cohesion of the massed mages was going to dissolve over the efforts to plan the next step.
Factions began to take shape as conflicting leaders tried to outshout one another. Mages were a prickly lot as he knew, proud and independent. This had been their downfall many times in the past. Failure to unite and work toward common goals had brought them to the present sad pass. How could he stop history from repeating itself?
I’m just an apprentice, a beginner, trying to direct untrained talents and thoug
