Talia, p. 41

It happened again today, as I was on my way to the shop. I was passing through the North East District near the Thond estate this morning. A Purple Dragon and a City Guard were standing over a beaten man. He was cowering, trying to rise to his feet. His halting words, spoken with effort, sent chills up my spine. “arg… was…t…told… to get…out…of …your….sight…..” The Purple Dragon spat at him, “That means walk. You DO NOT cast in public.” I hurried on; I did not want to come under their scrutiny. It is still not safe here. I was driven from the city once, in fear that I too would be branded dangerous. I do not wish to leave again. Arabel is my home.

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