“I rather enjoyordering wizards around!”Wigg grinned back at the privateer. domes and square pointedtipped towers that etched themselves sharper and sharper against the zinc sky. “Your Grace,” he said reverently. Dark red ringlets fell to her shoulders.
Long blond hair graced her shoulders. Come inside, mister-er? Doc Bingham's the name. She knew that the Conclave would try to take the scroll from her. I don't mind em, old sport, and she was my own sister by birth and blood.
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