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Syboden peered at the map, making some markings on it outlining the road. Perhaps the markings on the map referred to something along it? An inn where they might find this individual, or some kind of hideout? Either way, Syboden was sure it couldn't possibly be too hard to locate...

The strange children brought Syboden out of her musing, and she stood to follow them. Maribelle mentioned their queer speech, but the tiefling found nothing strange about it. She had traveled far, and seen much. When war ripped the young from the bosoms of their parents, adulthood came swiftly...

Triumphantly, Syboden threw back the wooden lid, pleased that her idea had worked. Her eyes widened at the magical trove concealed inside the beaten, charred old chest. Who could have thought that this old man had something of such value? The worksmanship on the items was exquisite, clearly cast...

Syboden was utterly baffled by the weaving attached to the ruby. Sloppy, yet powerful. Practiced, yet lazy. The exact opposite of the work of a true mage, despite the strength of the summoning. What could it mean? Perhaps this butcher was employing magic not his own...Syboden had heard of such...

Syboden watched Cadel smash the hellhound into smoking chunks, letting out a loud whoop of glee as it disintegrated. The last gleaming ruby fleck came to rest at her feet, and she scooped it up, holding it to the light. Hmm. Perhaps there was something here that could give her a hint about the...

Syboden let her magics fade, thoroughly pleased with the success of her spell. The smoke-and-darkness monstrosity fled from her in pure terror, and she reveled in the sensation of power. Maybe it didn't always work out the way she wanted, but man was it nice to be a fearsome spell-slinger every...

The house went up like it was made of matches. The sucking roar of the inferno created a blast of heat that made Sybodan's hair ripple in the flickering orange light. The hounds were injured - she could see them limping, unsure, in the midst of the inferno. One was...larger? Sybodan watched with...

Sybodan stretched and stood from her chair, which she had not vacated over the course of the rapid and hectic fight. The room was in significant disarray thanks to the buffeting energy of her spell. All over the room, jars, glasses, and vases were shattered. The windows had been blown outward...

Sybodan grabbed the bowl of hot stew greedily, with an enthusiastic thank you. Before she could shovel more than a single spoonful into her ever-hungry mouth (the curse of students, soldiers, and wanderers is the bottomless stomach), everything went to hell. Sybodan was listening to the old man...

Sybodan was resting both elbows on the table, one hand tucked under her chin to support her head and the other with a finger outstretched. From this digit hung her familiar, whom she swung back and forth by slightly rotating her wrist. The little creature flapped his wings once and wrapped them...