Zak strode in last, his amber whip glowing and long coat billowing out behind him. He casually plucked a vial off his belt, pulled the cork with his teeth, and tossed it into the middle of his trio of enemies. The potion exploded into a gray mist, and the three rogues doubled over in violent coughing fits. And that’s why we’d brought the Ghost, aka the Crystal Druid, aka Vancouver’s most notorious rogue, who kicked ass and looked good doing it. Except as soon as I thought that, Zak faltered.
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