As he watched the black gemstone levitate, Hamish felt every bit the thirsty man in the desert, eager to drink in magic once more. That would, though, need to wait, for they had a duty to finish the job now that they were so close.
"Miss Cramming, do you see any inscriptions that might help us?" Hamish asked.
"Miss Cramming, do you see any inscriptions that might help us?" Hamish asked.
— set by the long-lost bex —