"The flaw in the Magic Rune was discovered by one of our Ghost Soul Wizards?"
"It was one of our Ghost Soul Wizards?"
Boras stood on the high-backed chair, his short skeletal body waving a black staff. The red Gemstone at its tip traced a crimson arc through the air as he looked at the other Wizards in the conference room, his jaw clacking open and shut.
He scanned the seated Wizards, all clad in the black robes of the Ghost Soul School. His staff swept over them one by one, finally stopping on a Witch at the other end of the conference table. "Anius, recount what happened one more time!"
"Yes, esteemed Boras Legend."
Anius stood and respectfully performed a Wizard's salute to those around her. The robes she wore were stretched taut in two prominent arcs over her chest.
"Tonight, as arranged with Wizard Olifuna of the Spiritual Mystery School..."
