Kazimor nodded with a grin, and found himself spacing out again for a moment as he, again, started to think about the other things Derik had said about his magic. He couldn’t really remember much, aside from the fact that Derik was pretending to not have magic for the guards, and that he’d ended up in the cell because he was looking for the guy who took Marcus.
Oh.
That clicked.
With his eyes widened in sudden urgency, he turned to Derik.
“The bald bastard!” he said. “Where is he? Did we get ‘im?”
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