I sat against the wall, alone. No one that
witnessed the magic I used against the Gnolls would come near me.
The shadow staff stood next to me. That’s one of the staff’s eerie
properties. When I release it from my grasp, the staff doesn’t fall
to the ground. It hovers in place, standing straight up as if I was
still holding it. I wasn’t sure what to do with the staff. It had
saved our lives but…
I thought back to Overwatch and how Lotho
said my father wanted me to have the staff. Did my family know the
power of this artifact? If my father knew what it could do, did he
willingly put me in harm’s way by giving it to me? A large part of
me wanted to leave the staff behind, just leave it floating here
until some Gnoll finds it and it rips the creature apart. I rubbed
my arm where
