A Master Mage, a wolf princess, and a dragon walked into a tent. Nobody laughed. The punchline was a fifth term, and the joke was on every dumbass at that table.
To get there, we need to rewind five minutes, when Guinevere asked the Master Mage a direct question and the table waited for his answer.
"Because I watched you do it." Marek leaned back in his chair and smirked. "For someone who seems to have all the answers, that was quite a gap that you missed there."
Guinevere studied him for a full three seconds before responding. "You had nothing better to do than watch me read."
"Don't flatter yourself, Sweetheart, I was trying to give you a goddamn envelope."
"A Master Mage with command of dark magic and the backing of one of the most powerful dragon houses on the continent could not deliver an envelope."
"I barely did any dark magic. Please."
