“My magic cannot be used against a sentry—none can. Passing one requires careful trickery, a mastery of the mind, an intellect that is unmatched by even the gods that made our world—” Without warning, Sage clicked her tongue and shouldered past Trystan. “I would like to enter,” she said, then smiled politely at the being. “Please.” The sentry lifted its spear and took a wide step to the side.
