There were no new streams of magic flowing out of the pouch, so he helped Ortis dole out the breakfast of leftover stew and fletching eggs. “We should go back to Hellsbreath,” Hobart said as they ate their breakfast. “The wizards there may be able to help.” Doubtful, Angus thought. They won’t understand the magic any more than I do. But he held his tongue and said nothing. He couldn’t encourage them to go back to Hellsbreath, but he wasn’t going to discourage them, either. It was where he wanted to go, and if he told them what he suspected to be true, they would go somewhere else. “The libraries might have something about Symptata,” he offered. It was true; they might, but he doubted very much that they would. “Perhaps there will be something about his curse.” “We’ll need supplies,” Ortis added. “We aren’t equipped for a long journey, and there won’t be enough time to hunt.” “Dagremon’s is closer,” Giorge said, “and it will take us further east.
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