Chapter Fourteen
I had never seen Thaumaturge in person before, but I had seen a lot of pictures online. The man looked like a mixture between Doctor Strange and Gandalf. He wore a tall, battered magician's hat, the tip of which drooped slightly, while a short gray goatee hung off his chin. He was older, taller, and stronger than Incantation. His gray eyes were hard to read, but Thaumaturge had a reputation as mysterious, so that was no surprise. I was just glad that he had saved me.
“What?” said Incantation. She sounded terrified, much to my satisfaction. “Master, what are you doing here?”
“Reeve informed me that there was an intruder on Hero Island,” said Thaumaturge. His voice was quiet, but impossible to ignore. “I came to see who it was.” He glanced at me. “Who is this young man?”
