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“We would rather cut to the chase and know what punishment you intend for us,” Sage countered.
The man clasped his hands behind his back and chuckled as he passed by us. He stopped on the other side of the desk and faced our group. “That would depend on a great many things.”
“Like what?” I questioned him.
“Like how you were able to get through so much security which was put in place by some of the greatest cardinali the Library has ever purchased,” he informed me.
Sage shrugged. “I would say dumb luck had a hand in it.”
The man took a seat and entwined his fingers together in front of him as he studied us. “I believe none of you have a need of ‘luck.’ Your skill is enough, as the trail left behind by your magic signature can attest.”
“So that was how you found us, through mag
