Traax sat up a little straighter. “Good afternoon, Your Highness and First Wizard,” she said. She looked at Wigg. Tyranny was dressed as she had been since Tristan first met her, in black knee boots;striped, formfitting trousers; and a short leather jacket, its collar reaching nearly to her jaw.
As if reading his mind, the lone rider slowed his mount to a walk. On coming to the circuit’s end, Tristan checked his location. Theazure glow revisited him, returning his body to its original form. Hoisting it up alongside his forearm, he took a long sideways drink.
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