Yurt 4

Carsius twirled the blade between his fingers as he walked the sandy streets. The moonlight bounced off the metal, shining a ray onto the dusty steps of the temple. He looked up. Before him lay the building he had been sent to Novothebes for. A squat, unassuming sandstone block, the only defining feature being the wooden door carved with arcane symbols. If correctly working, they would've made the building slip into the background of the mind of any man that viewed it. But the symbols had been scratched and scuffed so much, any effects they still held were lost on Carsius.

Before entering, he did a quick check. One pat, his sword at his side. Another pat, the scroll of paper hanging off his belt. A third, the small moon amulet hanging off his neck. He twisted his neck

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