Book II Chapter 29: Friend Patrick took a single step into the mayor’s room before swearing loudly. Then he covered his mouth to prevent any more disgusting language from escaping his lips. Too many emotions struck him at once, and he found himself with the sudden urge to sit down. He was exhausted, having been on his feet with little chance to rest in what seemed like days, and now, as he saw the bloodied mess of Mayor Rumpus lying cold on his fancy carpets, Patrick finally allowed himself to snap. Without regard for the soldiers flanking him or those guarding the entrance, he removed his hand and shouted out the sort of vulgarities that only someone like Sehn would use. “How was this allowed to happen?” he asked when he’d finished, taking a breath. “How did one man slip past an entire regiment of armed guards?” None of the guards answered, which didn’t surprise Patrick. He didn’t blame them; how could they possibly have any idea? They weren’t trained to defend against magic-based attacks.
