The Magicians' Guild

It is said, in Imardin, that the wind has a soul, and that it wails through the narrow streets because it is grieved by what it finds there.

How am I going to make friends with these people if all I can think of is how easy it would be to rob them?

Nodding, Cery strode to the door and stepped through. Though the burly guards eyes him suspiciously, Cery smiled back. Never make enemies of someone's lackeys, his father had taught him. Better still, make them like you a lot.

The last young lady I met stabbed me. You know I’m cursed when it comes to women.

But right now it’s a friend’s love.

It is said, in Imardin, that the wind has a soul, and that it wails through the narrow city streets because it is grieved by what it finds there.

A friend. Cery’s shoulders drooped. Closing his eyes, he let out a long sigh.

Sonea era más cínica. Había observado que las mujeres solían pasar por alto cuando estaban enamoradas porque, en algún momento, el amor tendía a desvanecerse. Era mejor casarse con un hombre que te gustara y en quien confiaras