Old wizard Galen grabbed his apprentice and dragged him from his chair. The young novice spilled the ale that had almost reached his lips and couldn’t help cursing as his mentor dragged him out of his seat.
“What have I done?” asked the novice.
“Nothing,” replied Galen, waving towards a barstool with a glass of liquor sitting before it, glitter floating all around it. “But a tavern that serves a sprite spirits is bound for trouble.”
The novice had learned, for an old man, Galen could hustle. He got him and his apprentice out the door just before the pub exploded.
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