As soon as my fingers hit the rough stucco surface, I knew I’d fucked up. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and I sensed a tiny pop of magic that indicated I’d just tripped an alarm ward. A slight smell of ozone filled the air, signaling that another, larger spell was brewing as well. Fuck! Why didn’t I examine the wall for wards? Because Catholic monks aren’t supposed to be using magic, that’s why.
Coln not being as cautious as he should be. AGAIN! Finn will be disappointed in his apprentice
