When you’re labeled a criminal, everybody wants a piece of you, even when you’re just trying to help. I’m used to it by now, but the magician I’m after this time is far more powerful than the usual Bob who wants to make a quick buck by bringing my head into the authorities. He’s got a forbidden kind of magic that can kill you in a heartbeat. I’ve got a walking, talking flame-thrower by my side, pretty bracelets that can cut through even the strongest magic spells, and I am annoyingly hard to kill. May the best fighter win.
