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“The last occultist your society had died like a dog to a mob of villagers when faced with fending off a singular inquisitor!” Percy stresses before forcing himself to calm down, “But I digress. Simply help me get what I require for the rituals, and we'll head back to the old battlefield.”

“Fair enough, Sir.” The older-sounding man says before shaking his head in exasperation once Percy turns around to unlock the armory.

Neither of them heads anywhere close to your direction, and you allow yourself to relax once you fully lose sight of the bloody bastard and his current lackey. The first thing you notice is how cramped the three of you are together; you all resemble more of a mass of limbs than three separate people. Then you feel, not see, the reactions of the others. Alyssa is as disciplined as she ever is, with her chest breathing in an almost too regular rhythm and the complete opposite of Rory, who is merely a step away from hyperventilation. If you move out of your position, you might compromise the illusion or, at the very least, draw attention to yourselves. But there’s also no reason not to remind Percival who the better mageknight was at the Academy now that you’re absolutely certain he’s a heretic, but for that, you’ll need to untangle yourself.

>It’s probably best to wait for them to leave so that your presence is not alerted

>You can’t pass up this opportunity for revenge!

>[Write-in]