“I bet he’s got something good in there. Mages are always loaded.” “Not always,” Sibyl said. “I mean, you’re a mage, and you’re broke.” “Leave me my hope,” I begged as I rose to my feet. “It’s been a really bad couple of months, so let’s just assume this apartment is piled high with priceless magical objects of high resale value.” “Whatever you need to tell yourself,” Sibyl said.
