“In my particular forms of magic, I excel. It is one reason I am hiding from him. He would love to either force me to work my talent for him, or see me dead.” Lain growled angrily. “I would choose the latter if it came down to that.” He studied them then before he asked, “How have you managed to escape his detecting your presence?”
“Luck and his magic,” Theirn responded, “as well as my knowledge of at least some parts of the island.”
“How would you, a mere lad, know of my homeland?” Lain stepped back, his face now a study in distrust as he stared at Theirn. “What sort of evil spells have you woven around him to make him believe your lies?”
Castien shook his head. “No spells. He escaped from here.”
“He lies. No one escapes. That is impossible. You are a fool or worse to believe him if that is what he told you.”
“I did! I swear,” Theirn replied in agitation before he stepped rapidly to one side to avoid a bolt of flame Lain hurled toward him.