Although his leg still hurt, Jax was no longer in excruciating pain. The color had returned to his face, his temperature had evened out, and by all appearances, he was recovering as if he had only been bitten by the sea serpent and not the werewolf too. He was grateful, but now that he was feeling better, he couldn’t get the trial off his mind.
With no journal to write his thoughts in, Jax found himself pacing behind the house the crew was staying in. Moving seemed to help him gather his thoughts. He was close to formulating an actual plan, one the crew could use to get through the trial, but it was more difficult when he couldn’t see everything laid out on paper.
All he needed was Magni’s reconnaissance report. As soon as he knew what his Quartermaster learned from the Supreme, Jax would be able to solidify his plans.
Given where they were, every noise and slight movement had Jax on guard. He was terrified to do magic, afraid the sorcerers might somehow find out and question him, so he had to rely on his own senses to notice oddities. When he saw Rafe coming toward him, he immediately stopped his pacing and put up a hand in greeting. “I was just thinking about finding you. I have a few ideas for the trial.” // @edwardrafe