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The magpie launches from her mistress's shoulders and flutters through the house to the manor's parlor, where behind the bar a few small bottles of inexpensive liquor still remain. She settles by the bottles and struts among them, looking at the labels, then puts her claw on one and chirps decisively.
Golachab perches on Geborah's bedpost until the priestess's breathing slows to soft snores. Then the familiar hops out their room's window and flutters down to a window of the inn's common room, one "Auntie Geb" asked be left open to let in fresh air. She settles quietly on the lintel, innocuous as any common magpie, to watch what the innkeeper does in the late hours of the night. Come morning, she plans to dip her beak in one of Tatienne's inkpots and write out a report for her mistress. Only a little trick, but sure to delight.
Swifter than the blinded mephit, Golachab pounces on the ice spirit from behind, unleashing a dark and deadly force through its claws.
The familiar then returns to the warmth of Geborah's hood.
"--Watcher! Warder! Warden!"
Golachab spots seals from the sky.
"Prey! Prey! Pray!"
"Quarry! Victim! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!"
The magpie stretches its wings, then shakes them. "Atrocities?" it peeps. "Atrocities! Atrocities!"
"Hellfire! Hellfire!"
"Horrors. Horrors." |
