The Mage's Heart
I rolled my eyes back at him.
I heard it before I saw it, lumbering through the undergrowth. Something big, I thought. It explained the crushed leaf matter. Sure enough, through the scrubby bushes, an ogre appeared. I had never seen one, but nothing else could be so similar to man and yet also so large. He made Rivyn seem dainty by comparison.
He was dragging a large cauldron behind him, sloshing water.
He was preparing to cook himself a meal, I thought, grimly, and Rivyn was on the menu. The mage was entirely too much trouble.
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