The wizard looked up from his writings to see his apprentice hovering awkwardly in the doorway. “What?”
“I’m sorry to intrude, Master, I know how busy—”
“What?
“There’s a man waiting in the drawing room, Master. A… a swordsman.”
“And one presumes he brought his sword with him?”
“…Yes, Master.”
The wizard sighed. “Well, every other damn day, why not today Go ahead and send him in. And then call up to the servant’s quarters and have someone come down with a bucket and a mop. Last time they left the mess too long, and it seeped into the hardwood.”
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