I said it so lightly as if the task would be easy.
It sounded ridiculous considering we were upstairs, with guards positioned at every turn.
Plus, there was the receptionist and an impressive line of customers still waiting despite it being late in the evening.
And would a Mage wielding real magic as we expected be brought down so easily without a fight, causing a ruckus?
Megan scrunched her eyebrows. "That's.."
Before she could complete her words, her golden eyes glowed for a short moment. She had just seen a vision of the future.
Doubt melted away from her face, and her characteristic sly grin appeared on her face. "Brilliant!"
Nathan seemed to quickly catch on because immediately he opened a little black bag he was carrying, then produced a candle and a match. Gingerly he set the candle on the tabletop before us, then lit it.
After this he moved to draw the curtains to a close, while saying. "So the Mage will be going to the warehouse right?"
