My initial reaction was that Kyle Leonard must be joking. He’s sticking around because he can’t simply arrest and haul me away? How does that make sense?
However, the stoic man seemed to be dead serious. Picking up a straw doll by his feet, he commented, “This must be a voodoo doll.”
“Well…” I stammered.
“And this is a mousetrap that the Imperial Court ordered to be confiscated two years ago. Are you or are you not aware that all of these magical items strewn around your house are illegal?”
To be perfectly honest, it was news to me. I hadn’t put a lot of thought into the legality of Eleanora’s magical devices before, although, in hindsight, I supposed it made sense that they weren’t exactly legal. Before I could muster up any excuses, Kyle began scouring every nook and cranny of the living room. I trailed slightly behind him, attempting to justify every item he picked up.
