They looked at each other, then each pulled a grape off and tasted it, hesitating a moment before they bit into the fruit. The grapes were delicious, apparently real. Too late, Hanson recalled an old fable about the folly of eating Faire or Elven food, and how you’d be trapped for eons if you did.
“Well, don’t just stand there gaping like fools. Come in. Come in.”
Almost before he willed his feet to move, Hanson found himself striding through the gateway, Graber on his heels. He heard a snick behind him and glanced back to see an elaborate wrought iron gate swing shut. A premonition told him that should he turn and seek to go back out, he’d find it impossible. Dread sent a spear of ice down his back. We’ve found a wizard, all right. Now what the fuck are we to do?