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... nfey gave a coy smile. He packed very simply: two pieces of worn out clothes, a few packages of fish jerky, and a stick which looked like a wand but could not perform any magic. There was even a crab freely blowing bubbles on Anfey’s shoulder.
"Yagor was an archmage, his possessions should not be… so few, right?" Saul asked, not sure whether he should laugh or cry.
"Those are my master’s possessions, not mine," Anfey responded.
"But… Yagor is dead, and you are ...
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