I held my breath as the knock's echo faded, hands clasped at my waist, digging into my skirt. One second, then two. Nothing. And then…
"Come in, child."
My shoulders sagged as I let out a breath, hands falling to my side. I glanced at Fable, who padded in front of the door and licked my hand. Emlica folded her arms, tapping her foot.
"Are you coming?" I asked, pushing Fable's head away.
"I rather think I'll wait outside. You've recovered enough mana, I might be able to help stall anyone who gets past the heroes and the apostle. Call me when the time is right."
I nodded. "I'll be quick."
With a gentle push, the door opened, and I slipped inside. The room was as I expected: simple, plain, and unadorned. There was a small counter on one side of the room, with a table, bookshelf, and bed on the other. A weak mana signature drew my gaze to the counter. There was a hole in the top covered by a grate, with a magical crystal emanating fire mana.
