“I see you managed to find your way back in,” the mage said as her ears picked up a familiar sound.
“When ever did I fail to find a way in? Why, I may tempted to believe that you were somehow doubting me, Patchouli dear.” Ah, yes. The familiar sound of solid matter giving in to magical trickery, and that of a hefty sack getting dragged through a newly open hole. That kind of noise.













