A knight and a dwarf ran up, and they saw Little Finger Felps. The dwarf lifted the halfling up effortlessly, cheering with joy. It seemed these two were friends rather than standing against Lynch. Everyone put away their weapons, and Zilvra asked, "Men, where has Mage Lynch gone? Hurry and follow!"
Wislin gave her a strange look; that awkward Common Language was indeed peculiar. Nevertheless, he pointed in a direction, "If I'm not mistaken, Lynch should have gone back to his home."
In that old inn, the mage gently laid his mother on the bed and tucked her in. A wooden chair floated to his back automatically, allowing the mage to sit on it.
