"Good. Pick me up and say your farewells, you're leaving."
You pull the flaming brand from the soil and after a blunt, angry words with the elder that makes you happy to not be returning, you carry it with you to the stable in which your horse is tethered. The poor beast deserves a longer rest than the few hours you've given her but Magnus' tone is urgent. Saddling her quickly, you mount up and ride out along the single overgrown dirt path that leads out of the village. Late evening is setting in and the brisk wind almost makes flame-Magnus gutter out.
"Head for the nearest tower," he instructs. " You've been authorized a transcontinental wyrmhole jump. We're redeploying you to Vavatch, one of the Free Cities on the West coast of Nagra. Once there, you're to..."
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